Mike and Jimmy
Oh he knew she wasn't usually one for having the door held for her; not one for being treated like a lady. After all Jimmy had fought and worked hard to earn her spot in the gang, and had proven herself to be an equal...if not superior to so many others. Still this day, on their wedding day, Mike enjoyed all the little things. Holding the door for her, getting misty eyed as he watched her walk down that aisle, and he planned on carrying her over the threshold when they got home too.
When she started to laugh he glanced to the back seat, and chuckled softly as well for a moment before playfully winking at her. "Hope they got one of those pairs of fuzzy handcuffs in there too." The sudden sensation of her hand on his leg drew his eyes back to Jimmy at last, and as she spoke his smile only grew. "Glad you like it, babe. The guys tried giving me shit about the choice, but AJ backed me up and that was that." As her fingers slipped up beneath the fabric of his kilt a soft whimper fell from her lips, and there was no need to answer her at all..since she could feel the simple fact that Rigs had decided to go commando after all.