A radio plays sexy music in the background.

SIMON and JESSICA are up against the kitchen wall, in a heated sexual moment.

JESSICA: God I love your arms.

And I love your neck.

And I love your cock.

Silence as they move together.

And I love your name.

I love your beautiful fucking name.

SIMON:—

JESSICA: A name like honey.

Sticky.

Burnt honey.

SIMON:—

JESSICA: I want our babies to have your name, our name!

SIMON traces her face, her neck.

SIMON: You’re so beautiful Jess.

She laughs and lets him look over her lovingly, hungrily.

How did I ever get so lucky?

JESSICA: [teasing] Indeed?

They get hotter.

And hotter.

Have to—

Be quick—

Lachlan and Camille will be here soon—

SIMON groans.

You love them.

SIMON: I see Camille every day at work.

JESSICA: They’re our best friends.

SIMON: I just want you.

JESSICA: I just want your arms!

SIMON: [teasing] So you fell in love with me because of my arms?

JESSICA: No, because of your name.

Saw your beautiful name on the list.

First thing I loved!

SIMON stops briefly.

SIMON: What if I was called… Tobias?

JESSICA: [joking, flirting] I’d be fucking Tobias right now!

SIMON: Jesus Jess.

JESSICA: As long as he had your arms, your neck, your cock!

Your fucking arms.

SIMON is disconcerted, and hesitates.

Hey.

Idiot.

It’s not just—

It’s you.

The all of you.

He stares at her, transfixed.

We would make a beautiful baby.

SIMON:—

JESSICA: [playfully] Try saying ‘Yes Jess, one day we will make a beautiful baby’.

She kisses him passionately.

The energy becomes more intense.

Hotter.

They’ll be here soon.

JESSICA takes his hands and holds her own above her head.

SIMON snatches them down and tries to be gentle, romantic.

JESSICA is more urgent, more demanding, with whispered encouragement.

She resists SIMON’s gentleness and insists with her body on ramping up the energy, repeatedly trying to get him to hold her against the wall.

God I love you.

SIMON: I love you.

She grabs him and takes him to the floor /table where her desire for him to do things her way is obvious from her insistent actions.

He doesn’t at first but then as things hot up, he starts to follow her lead.

JESSICA: [she puts her hands and arms back coquettishly] Hold me so I can’t get my arms down.

No not like that.

Tighter.

SIMON does so, taking control

JESSICA enjoys the feeling of being held down, wants to lose herself to it.

SIMON:—

JESSICA: That’s it.

SIMON holds her down, putting his weight against her.

He starts to sexually lose himself, starts to enjoy it.

Harder. Restrain me honey.

He looks into her face and pulls away suddenly.

Drops hold of her, and leaves her lying on the table /floor.

JESSICA is dishevelled, confused.

SIMON: No. I can’t.

Awkward moment but then JESSICA tickles him. SIMON pulls away.