[Again, he will not be ashamed of loving his wife. A lot. He's lucky to have her, and to have her here with him, and he'd be a fool not to want her.
He traces his fingers up over her curves, mapping muscle and soft skin, over her side, the curve of a breast. Arthur is glad they generally sleep naked; he doesn't want to fumble with clothes one-handed.]
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He traces his fingers up over her curves, mapping muscle and soft skin, over her side, the curve of a breast. Arthur is glad they generally sleep naked; he doesn't want to fumble with clothes one-handed.]
You do quite a bit for me.