"Here," she murmurs, lightly nudging him back with a hand on his chest, "move back just a bit." Once he obliges, she shifts to settle herself in his lap, her knees (somewhere beneath her skirts) framing his hips, her weight on his thighs. That puts the ties on the back of her dress within easier reach, if he's so inclined, but it also allows her to face him squarely. To just look at him for a moment. He's so beautiful, half-lit by the warm glow of their bedside lamp, his hair already in some disarray from her running her fingers through it. To gorgeous to be real, let alone hers.
Yet, here they are. She leans forward a little, close enough for their noses to brush. "I," she says, as if imparting a particularly delicious bit of gossip, "am going to make you so happy." After a lingering kiss, she pulls back just enough to add, "I take my wifely duties very seriously, you see."
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Date: 2019-01-11 12:07 am (UTC)Yet, here they are. She leans forward a little, close enough for their noses to brush. "I," she says, as if imparting a particularly delicious bit of gossip, "am going to make you so happy." After a lingering kiss, she pulls back just enough to add, "I take my wifely duties very seriously, you see."