You wanted me to think of all the things I wanted you to do when we get home. So let me tell you what I've been daydreaming of while you were shooting targets. Story time. [Because she's been coming up with a few choice scenarios.
Their car lurches as they go higher and she leans in against his side, one hand against his chest while the other stays splayed over his knee.] The second we're inside the door I'm going to turn to you and start stripping you down. I expect you to do the same, while doing so we might get as far as the kitchen. If all the clothes aren't off by then, oh well, because I want you to lift me onto the counter...
[She drifts off for a second, smiling candidly with her eyes set on the view from their seat. Progress on the rising upwards is slow, but all the lights look spectacular from any angle.] And then...