Malachi's eyes widen at her words "moan and scream." Lavender didn't scream that he knew of. Was he doing it wrong and she didn't tell him? "You don't scream," he said, with a pout, as if daring her to tell him otherwise and disappoint him, daring her to tell him he was doing something wrong yet they were standing here married. "But you moan and that's never been a problem. I mean Truth who is little and wakes up from nightmares and doesn't always sleep through the night. I don't want him to come and see us. What do I say... we were 'wrestling'? And before we lived together you ran out for him, like you thought you were making a mistake over and over. I understand having to go for Truth, you know I do. That's why we started to go to your place where we could take our time sort of." He paused, looking at her closely. "Did you think you were making a mistake after the first time?"
He walked over to her, grabbing her hands and placing them at his waist so he could place his on her hips. Leaning forward, he began to kiss her throat, neck, and shoulders, grazing his lips across the warm skin. After a minute, he whispered in a soft voice that seemed to have no drunken in coherency, "I don't want to ruin the whole lingerie for the wedding night. Tell me you have none and I'll keep going. If you do I'll stop." He was really trying.