A man would have to be either sick or gay not to thoroughly enjoy the sight of Rachel licking an envelope...and at last check, Tom was both healthy and straight, so he took the opportunity to enjoy the view before she stacked everything up and walked around to wrap her arms around him from behind.

"Makes sense, I guess." he finally acquiesced, leaning his head back against her and tipping his head to look up at her from where he sat. "And being predictable's never a bad thing, like you said...considering what we do."

He paused, grinning as he reached up to poke her ribs ticklishly, grinning. "But the thing I like best about this? The fact that even though you make a lot of sense? I totally call bullshit on the 'now or never' thing. Admit it...you're just as excited as I am to do this. And just so we're clear: yes, this is me admitting that I'm excited to get married. Impatient, even." Pausing, he tugged out of her grip and stood abruptly, catching her in his arms and hauling her in for a kiss.

"It's like Christmas morning again," he teased with a grin, "and I can't wait much longer to get my present."