Firefly
"I don't get it," she confessed, as she got out of the shower. "Get what?" "You said you hated your job. Why would you go further into the profession?" She had the cutest wrinkle in her brow as she climbed into bed. "I like the fat pay check." "But every time I ask you about work you just scowl and bitch about how much you hate your customers! And since when did you care about money so much?" I chuckled to myself. "I haven't complained about work in months. Not since we were official- or not since the first month, at least." I shifted to my side to face her. "Remember when we ran away for Christmas?" She slid a hand behind my head and grabbed a fistful of hair and gave me a kiss. "How could I not? Best. Three nights. Evuhrr... you could have gotten a motel instead though... " "Yeah, but their beds wouldn't have been as nice, though," I said as I dived in for a kiss.