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[relentlesstide]

[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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[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.

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[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.]

[queenoftheseas]

[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]

[relentlesstide]

[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'.]

[queenoftheseas]

[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.

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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.]