They stood amongst broken branches and debris on the sidewalk, staring back at their very first home. He had his arm over her shoulders; her arms were around his waist. Together, they surveyed the hurricane's damage in the grey-streaked daylight.
"Fuckin' wind ripped the top right off the house," he said.
"Just like when you ripped my T-shirt off after the blowjob," she whispered back.
A grin threatened his face, but... "Look. Most of the carport is gone, but that one pole is bent and jammed through the back window of the car."
"Just like when you bent me over the washing machine and--"
"And all the windows on this side of the house are shattered."
"I didn't mean to scream that loud, but you had me coming so hard."
He had to work to suppress the grin, now. This was serious! "All the furniture is soaked! Ruined!"
"The mattress is still dry. I'm glad we saved the mattress cover."
"Power's out. Probably will be, for a week."
"Candlelight is romantic, don't you think?"
He turned her to face him. "How can you be so, so, blasé? We'll have to move, and everything we had is wrecked?"
She hugged him tightly. "Everything I treasure came through the storm just fine. Everything else can be replaced."
He hugged her back, resting a cheek on her head, smiling now. "You're right. We'll go apartment hunting as soon as they clear the streets."
She hugged him tighter. "Better make it a two bedroom place. You forgot to stock up on condoms before the blow."