"Mmm-mm-mm." Ben smiled down at her, looking her over and was careful not to linger too long on certain areas that his wife was making sure were exposed... she knew what she was doing. She always knew what she was doing, god he loved her. He kissed her back eagerly, and kissed her again after she poked his chest not bothering to answer and didn't stop until there was a knock at the door. He regretfully pulled away, raising an eyebrow at her as he walked to the door. "Definitely not cheeseburgers!"
He soon returned with two glasses and the bottle of champagne, setting the glasses down on the small dresser by the bed near her. "I figured we should start this off right." Without waiting for her to answer he popped open the top, a bit of champagne spilling out onto the floor before he managed to get some into both glasses. Smooth, Ben, real smooth. Handing one to her, he took the other and set the bottle down on the table, leaning over and pressing his lips briefly on her cheek. "To us. It's good to be home."