[She goes with him obligingly, lifting her chin for a kiss that feels like it's straight out of a fairy tale itself, and when he's done she steals a second and a third before she lets him get away.
If she weren't in her exceedingly fancy dress, and thus worried about taking good care of it, she'd be far more maneuverable at the moment. But as it is, she still manages to twist a little and situate herself so that she can get in close to his ear, which is mostly what she's after because she finds she wants, more than anything, to hear him laugh like that again.
Maybe she really is a furnace, she thinks idly. Something to warm him from the outside when he draws near to it, helping the cold spot in the room lose its chill when it has no way of accomplishing that itself.]
Your wife, your wife, your wife.
[Like a chant, like a spell, three times in all, and she presses each one against his ear, velvet and hot.]
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[She goes with him obligingly, lifting her chin for a kiss that feels like it's straight out of a fairy tale itself, and when he's done she steals a second and a third before she lets him get away.
If she weren't in her exceedingly fancy dress, and thus worried about taking good care of it, she'd be far more maneuverable at the moment. But as it is, she still manages to twist a little and situate herself so that she can get in close to his ear, which is mostly what she's after because she finds she wants, more than anything, to hear him laugh like that again.
Maybe she really is a furnace, she thinks idly. Something to warm him from the outside when he draws near to it, helping the cold spot in the room lose its chill when it has no way of accomplishing that itself.]
Your wife, your wife, your wife.
[Like a chant, like a spell, three times in all, and she presses each one against his ear, velvet and hot.]