Iona shivered a bit at the way his hands lifted to slip just beneath her breasts, her back arching even as she pressed closer, her lips pressing against his. He had a rather distracting mouth, distracting in all ways imaginable, and she bit gently down on his bottom lip, tugging on it as her hands slid into his hair. Being with him forever was something she'd already considered and committed herself to wholeheartedly, but there was an undeniable finality in wearing his ring and taking his name that she hadn't considered. It felt complete in a way she hadn't ever expected to need or want, but was forever glad she had found.
"Good," she murmured in reply to his saying he wasn't going to complain, her hands sliding down over his chest and stomach, then allowing her fingers to curl so she was very gently scraping her nails over the ridged muscles of his stomach as she dragged her hands back up his body. "I don't think that would be a good start to marriage if you already went into it bitching and moaning," she teased when she'd pulled her lips away from his enough to be able to speak clearly. They were perched on the edge of the bed, she was securely in his lap, though she thought a bit of a move might be in order if they were going to get down to business.
"I think you should lay down," she said softly before pressing her lips to his cheek. "Lay down and get comfortable because I think I might want to keep you there for a while." Aware that he could not do as she said until she climbed off of him, she very gently untangled herself to crawl back onto the bed, kneeling amongst the sheets and waiting for him to do as she asked.