[He's glad she agrees, and hey, this at least gets him to stay in bed. He is under orders to do that, not that he plans on resting much for a while today. Call it a 'we're not dead' tradition; he still remembers fondly the night in the lighthouse where they pretty much trashed the room. Maybe this morning won't be quite so energetic considering his condition, but it doesn't mean they can't have fun.]
Mera. [He breathes against her skin, rolling to prop himself up on his bad elbow for better leverage as he presses his lips down the curves of her body, fingers working alternatingly light or pressing a little harder.] I love you.
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Mera. [He breathes against her skin, rolling to prop himself up on his bad elbow for better leverage as he presses his lips down the curves of her body, fingers working alternatingly light or pressing a little harder.] I love you.