"Okay, okay," Emmett said, holding up his hands. "It was just an idea. I suppose we could buy a chunk of a mountain and put a lodge like this on it or something. Whatever you want." He smiled and shrugged off his own parka and toed off his boots as they both got comfortable. When Rosalie perched on his lap, Emmett curled an arm around her trim waist and pulled her close.
"Up to you, babe," he answered. And he did have to admit that in the very beginning, it took some adjustment time, getting used to his wife's not being able to use his name. As the decades and weddings went on, though, Emmett had learned to embrace the idea that as long as the right people knew they were man and wife, then the rest of the world didn't really matter. "As long as I get to call you 'mine', it's all good."
He grinned between kisses, no mean feat considering the increasing intensity of them. His tongue slid over Rosalie's over and over, and his hands started to roam over her thighs, as if they were as eager as the rest of him to start the honeymoon. Emmett made a show, though, of considering Rosalie's offer.
"You know, I'm not going to turn down a chance to ogle you. I want to see."