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[Arthur plz. She does like all the attention she's receiving though. Arthur's being exceptionally sweet this morning]

I'm glad. And how do you feel? You're not in pain, I hope?

[The stump hurts, but it's probably going to hurt for a while, and either way, there's still enough painkiller in his system to make it a mild annoyance more than anything. Either way, it's not going to stop him from lavishing affection on his wife. They've been together for ages but he never grows tired of this, of her.]

Not much. I feel good like this. [The 'like this' part is pretty obviously the being unclothed and wrapped up together. He's always had a high libido, and after their brush with death (hers more than a brush, but still), being with her again is a pleasant rush.]

[That's good because he's probably stuck with her forever.

She gets the implication right away and raises an eyebrow at him. Not even a full day out of the hospital. That's gotta be a record]

Yes, I think you've recovered quite nicely. [Sometimes she forgets that her husband is like a perma 14 year old boy]

[The raised eyebrow just gets a slightly wolfish smile out of him before he bends down a little to kiss a path along her neck to the curve of her shoulder. He's not going to feel ashamed for finding his wife attractive and being able to get it up so soon.]

All thanks to you.

[Yeah, he's all better. She can't believe she was even worried. The guy loses a hand, is in the hospital for days, just got out yesterday and now he wants sex. Geez]

I didn't do much. [She says as she trails her fingers down his chest. They are collectively the worst and it's a miracle they don't have about a dozen children]

[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.]

You do quite a bit for me.

[Atlanteans don't really believe in clothing in general]

Yes, clearly. [And then she leans forward to kiss him]

[No they do not. It makes mornings like this better. Their culture did get some things right.

Arthur hums contently and kisses her back, deep and thorough, taking his time as just touches and enjoys the press of skin against skin.]

[Arthur is lucky that Mera is usually so easy going about things when it comes to him. Being propositioned first thing in the morning isn't really romantic. She doesn't seem to mind at all, wrapping her arms around Arthur's neck and moving closer to him, sliding a leg over his hip]

[Arthur loves that she's easy going about things with him. It might not exactly be the most romantic ever, but with Mera, it's never lacking in feelings. He hooks his bad arm around her carefully so he can touch with his remaining hand, thumbing over a nipple lightly as he kisses her and rolls his hips gently against hers.]

[Mera, meanwhile, decides to explore Arthur's body with her hands. Her fingertips ghost over his chest, stomach, hip bones and then back up and around to his back, nails dragging lightly over his skin. In all the years they've been together, his body hasn't changed much. She's very familiar with it at this point but that doesn't mean that she doesn't enjoy getting reacquainted with it. The roll of his hips earns him a definitely approving sound. It isn't just a willingness to play along with Arthur's whims that lead her to say yes to things like this]

[Arthur muffles a soft groan of approval against her lips as he feels her hands over his skin, warm and familiar and comforting. He's at a disadvantage with one hand, and he can't touch as much as he likes with just the one, but he makes up for it by trailing his mouth over her jaw and throat, sucking a little mark at her collarbone, even as he glides his hand over her stomach and between her legs.]

[She tilts her head back to bare more of her throat to him, sliding his hands up his back to tangle her fingers in his hair. The gasp she lets out when his hand slips between her legs melts into a soft laugh, which probably is not the response Arthur was looking for. Sorry]

Getting right to the point today, darling?

[Arthur breathes out a soft laugh of his own at her reaction, tongue flicking across a nipple as his fingers find the little bundle of nerves there and rub in a slow, gentle circle.]

We've got all morning. Maybe we're just getting started.

Oh, really?

[So it's gonna be one of those days, huh? Hope nobody wanted them for anything today. Not that Mera cares. Rolling around in bed with Arthur sounds a million times more interesting than anything else. Her fingers tighten just slightly in his hair and she closes her eyes]

Mm, Arthur.

[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.

[She would have to be crazy not to agree. If there's one thing she's always agreed with Arthur about, it's this. Trashing the room in the lighthouse is an excellent memory for her too. She releases her grip on him as he moves down, gasping and shivering as his fingers continue to work her]

I love you too.

[He kisses his way down the lines of her stomach, down around to her inner thigh, sucking a little mark there with a smile before he replaces his fingers with his tongue. This late in their marriage, after so many times together, he knows pretty well all the spots that make her gasp, all the things she likes, but he never gets tired of relearning them.]

[Where do you think you're going, mister? Oh, never mind. She knows. She should have expected it, really. Arthur's always been very fond of doing this. Not that she has any complaints about it. That'd be silly. Indeed he does know all the right spots because Mera gasps, a hand finding it's way into Arthur's hair again while the other holds onto the pillow under her head]

[Arthur really does like doing this for her, she's absolutely beautiful and he likes the sounds she makes, loves the hand in his hair as he works her over with lips and tongue, his one hand tracing symbols on her thigh - Atlantean glyphs for 'I love you'.]

[The fact that Arthur likes doing this is very obvious and he's become quite good at it over the years. Lots of practice at work. His reward for his efforts comes in the form of gasps and moans, sometimes an arching of her back. It takes her a minute to decipher the characters being traced on her thigh, she's kind of distracted, but when she does she smiles and runs her fingers through his hair]

You're ridiculous.

And you're beautiful. [He murmurs against her skin, tongue finding the little spot of nerves just after and stroking over it as he listens to the sweet sounds she makes.

As very, very into foreplay as he is, though, eventually he traces his lips up over her hip and stomach, across a breast to her collarbone as his own need grows. He's so hard it almost hurts, and it presses insistently against her thigh, an unspoken question.]

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