Mike and Jimmy
He knew how shy she was at times; not when it came to racing, or being around the gang, but about intimacy and things of a far more personal nature. Still Mike loved everything about his wife, and praising/complimenting her came as natural to Mike as breathing. "You're the amazing one, babe. Had me seeing stars there." With a soft chuckle he playfully winked back at the young woman before getting in one more kiss. When she got out of the car it took a moment for Rigs to catch up; mostly because he had to readjust his kilt...and regain a bit of feeling in his legs too.
However those eyes of his lit up with glee when she started to tease him and strip. Yet when Jimmy started to lift up her shirt a thought just popped into his head. "Hey! Nope...did this all fucking wrong, babe." That chuckle of his rang out across the living room as he moved to gently grab her hand, and without saying a word the man just pulled her back outside. A second after they got outside at last Mike swept her up into his arms, cradled her against his chest, and then strolled inside all over again. "Wanted to carry ya across the threshold all fucking day, and now...well now it's really official. Welcome to our home, Jimmy." Not letting her down just yet Rigs' lips sought hers out again, offering a passionate kiss to celebrate.