They were both wide-awake when they arrived at the hotel, sleeping on the plane being a must after the six AM flight they had been required to take. It was near six PM and though it had been an eight-hour flight, both were wired.

“So? What do you want to do?” Marshall asked as they dropped their bags in their room. Regina was standing at the window looking down at the Metropolis with wide eyes.

“I don’t know, what do you do in New York? I’ve never been here,” she replied as she turned around.

“Never been to New York? Wow, then there are definitely a few places we’ve got to go.” Marshall replied as he pulled out some clothes to change into. He felt a bit cramped after being on a plane for eight hours and going out was decidedly a much better idea than staying in.

“One place I want to go before I leave, is the MoMA, for sure,” Regina said nodding.

“The what? Is that a club or something?” Marshall asked as he sat down on the bed to take off his shoes.

“The MoMA, the Museum of Modern Art.” Regina replied as if this were obvious.

“Ah man, can’t get you away from macadamia for a minute!” Marshall exclaimed as he let himself fall back on the mattress.

“That’s academia baby boy, and no you can’t get me away from it. Sorry, I’m a schoolgirl, through and through,” Regina laughed as she sat down next to Marshall.

“No, it is macadamia because you are nuts to be so into school and learning when you’re going to be a fucking rap sensation.” Marshall protested pointing towards the ceiling as he remained lying down.

“It’s a small museum, and I won’t make you stay there for hours, I promise. I just want to see the Abstract Expressionists, some of the Chagall’s and the photography.”

“I thought you said you’ve never been here?” Marshall asked as he looked over at her.

“I haven’t, but I read Marshall. I know what they have and such.” She replied laughing slightly.

“Is there anything you don’t read about?” he asked.

“Math and science, those are two subject completely lost on me, except for Astronomy, that I can get into,” Regina replied.

“I’m never gonna catch up so I wont try.” He laughed.

“Ooh, I shouldn’t have sat down,” Regina said with a yawn.

“I know, I was just thinking the same th-th-thing,” Marshall stuttered as he stretched his arms.

“Uh, jet lag. What say we just order dinner in and go to bed early?” she asked patting his stomach.

“Sounds good to me, I’ll order up lets say, I don’t know, what are you in the mood for?” he asked as he sat up.

“Um, honestly I could go for some cold cereal.” Regina replied as she yawned again.

“Sounds good to me. Trix all right with you?” he asked.

“Is there any other?” Regina replied with a smile.

After the food arrived they sat on the couch with bowls in their laps, Regina flipping channels, looking for something to watch. She flipped past Vh1 and saw 8 Mile playing, so she left it on.

“Aw come on, we are not watching this!” he snarled when she stopped clicking.

“Oh lighten up already, this is my favorite part,” Regina replied looking over at him.

“I don’t sit around and watch the shit I’ve done from how many years ago, forget it, change the channel!” he snapped.

“Oh all right, B. Rabbit!” she teased.

“That’s it!” he put his bowl down on the table and then hers and tackled her on the couch.

“That’s right, you are B. Rabbit, cuz you like to fuck a lot!” she laughed as the part came up on the television, giggling and laughing as he tickled her, trying to get the remote.

“Give me the damn thing!” he said as he couldn’t help but laugh himself, the fight for the remote being the most ridiculous thing he’d done in a while.

“What’s the matter, I thought you were full of yourself?” she laughed until he finally got the remote out of her hand and turned off the television.

“Now, just for that, you’re in trouble,” he said as he stood up off the couch and pulled her up with him.

“Oh and what are you going to do about it, bunny rabbit?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Just this!” he said as he grabbed her waist, hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her to the bed, flopping her in the middle of the down comforter. He climbed up, pouncing on her with a growl and listened to her giggle as slid his hands along her sides.

“Living up to our name aren’t we?” she asked. His only response was to grind his hips down into her and growl as leaned in to take her lips between his. His hands slid under her tank top and around to her back. She felt him toying with the strap to her bra and obligingly arched her back to allow him access.

Emboldened by her movements he reached down to the edge of her tank top pulling it and the bra completely over her head. His hands replaced the shirt as his lips sunk back to hers. Her hands were at the buckle of his belt. She undid that, moaning into Marshall’s mouth as he continued to knead the soft flesh of her breasts.

Soon her hands were unbuttoning him and tickling the soft flesh just below his navel. This time it was his turn to groan, feeling his hips go weak at the sensation. Her nails delicately raked over the skin on his stomach while the other pushed the beater he still wore up and toyed with a nipple. It was almost too much for him.

They removed each other’s clothes, sliding under the comforter and resuming their earlier actions, Marshall taking his time to tease the ever-loving shit out of Regina.

“See, now it’s your turn to beg, come on, say it,” he growled in her ear. He nipped at it lightly and licked the underside,

“Marshall, please,” she managed to whisper as he tortured her spot on her neck, just below her ear.

“Is that the best you can do, come on, beg me,” he growled again. His hands moved lower, pushing apart her thighs so that he could rest between them. His fingers stroked the soft flesh of her inner thigh as he teased her.

“Baby, please, I need you, please, please, please,” she whispered over and over again.

“Who do you want?” he asked forcing her to look directly at him. Her green eyes connected with his, spilling out the words,

“Just you Marshall, you, baby boy, just you, I want you.” He ground his hips against her one more time as her hands took their place on the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He pulled her hips up to meet his and slid inside with one sure thrust. They both shuddered and panted before he could even move, but when he did they clung to each other.

“You’re so beautiful Regina,” he whispered into her ear. Occasionally he would say something to her like that, just when she didn’t expect it and usually it pushed her over the edge.

“Marshall, please, I’m almost there,” she breathed as she pulled him in for another kiss.

“Come on, beg for it,” he growled again. The only sounds in the room were their labored breathing and Regina’s soft whispers at his ear, begging him to go harder, faster. Finally after what seemed like hours they collapsed in each other’s arms, both savoring their climaxes and catching their breath.

After a few minutes Marshall sat back between her legs and smiled at her.

“So this is what you do in New York?” she asked with a laugh.

“Only with you,” he hesitated.

“You know, I don’t have anything to call you,” he said as he crawled over to one side of her and lay down propping himself up on one elbow as his fingers crept over her stomach.

“What’s wrong with Regina? It’s my name isn’t it?” She asked.

“Everyone gets to call you Regina. I want something that only I get to call you,” he replied.

“Then what do you want to call me?” she asked again. He thought a moment, back to all the different times that stuck out in his mind about her. He’d spent so much time writing lyrics about her, it just seemed so easy to write about her.

“Lyric, that’s what I want to call you,” he replied once and for all.

“Lyric? Why that?” she asked.

“Because, you’re just like a lyric. You flow naturally, and you’re beautiful like music, you can write like no one’s business. You are a lyric.” He explained. She chuckled softly.

“You know baby boy, at some point in time I’m gonna start questioning your sincerity,” she said as she turned to him.

“And when’s that going to be?”

“I’ll let you know.”