Blake swept her up bridal style and spun her around, mindful not to hit her head on a wall or anything, of course.  There was something satisfying about picking up his wife like that.  It made him feel like a knight come to rescue his princess.  The man jogged up the stairs, surprised by their strength under both of their weights and the lack of squeaks which normally accompanied older floorboards such as these.  The upper portion of the house was simple, as it was still technically part of the foyer.  He paused before an old painting situated directly before the stairwell.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Are we keeping this here?"</span>Blake asked her innocently.  It was a very artistic piece, in which the skill of the artist was on full display- as well as the several well-endowed women depicted in it.  There was an odd appeal to it.  Lewd, for certain, but appealing.  It seemed the previous owners had a taste for erotic art.  He'd already found a paperweight of similar nature stuffed into a planter outside.<br/><br/>He continued to the master bedroom, pushing through the door with his back.  The bed was one of the first things they attended to when they arrived here.  It seemed very likely it would see use before the day was out, and they were right about that.  Cassandra was "alley-oop!'d" onto the bed, and Blake resisted the urge to throw himself on it after her and amplify the little bounce it gave her already.  Instead, he joined her on the soft blankets, propped his head up and gazed down at her with a mischievous smile pulling at his lips.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"So, ready to have that first pillow fight in our new house?"</span>