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"When I'm with you," she begins, equal parts flustered and serious. "There is little you can do that would fail to arouse me."

"I could name a couple of things, but that'd ruin the mood." Ardbert has learned a thing or two about keeping his mouth shut. "But how about we continue in our bedroom?"

A smile quirks at her lips and she tucks her face into his neck, murmuring against his skin. "Take your wife to bed, dear husband."

"That I can do." Ardbert strokes her back softly for a few moments before rearranging her so that he can get one arm around her back and the other under her knees.

It's a practiced set of motions, often used. He hugs her closer to him, simply enjoying her weight in his arms. Maybe someday these arms will carry a child....

He walks into their bedroom, smiling down at her lovingly. "How about you let me lead tonight?"

It is a comfortable position; familiar. It makes her feel safe and loved, wrapped in his arms and held to his chest. Ardbert loves her. He chose her (even if there wasn't an abundance of options for him to choose from). She exists to him, and he is happier for it.

Era fights back the wetness in her eyes at the thought, rubbing her face against the breadth of his chest and wrapping her tail over his arm.

"...That sounds nice," she agrees, allowing some of her exhaustion to sink into her voice. "Call me by my name? No pet names tonight. Just... my name, please?"

It's comforting to him, too, to hold her in his arms. She trusts him so completely that she can relax in his arms. Her tail around his arm gives him pause from putting her on the bed, wanting to cherish the feeling.

"All right, Era," Ardbert replies with love and affection. "I can do that for you, too. My wondrous Era. I love you."

With her face now burning from more than just unshed tears, Era shifts and begins rubbing her horn against his chest instead. A slow, purposeful, and relaxing movement back and forth, soft vibrations making their way through the appendage to be translated to sound.

"I love you," she echoes. "Ardbert de Fortemps."

Ardbert can't reply verbally, instead shifting and lifting her up higher so his mouth can find hers.

The kiss catches her off guard, stealing her breath away in a small gasp. She's had enough practice that it doesn't take long for her to lean into it. Era keeps the kiss chaste, but it is no less meaningful or passionate for it—quite the opposite.

It's caste, for now. Sometimes emotions need be expressed without lust. They love each other.

Eventually, Ardbert breaks it off, smiles to her, and turns around to gently catch the door and shut it with his foot. "Shall I ravish you into ecstasy or shall I make heat slowly rise inside of you?"

"...Whichever requires less work on my part."

She would rather not fall asleep midway, after all.

Ardbert carries her to their bed. "I'm the one that would be doing most of the work! So, neither."

"...Slow," she decides after some consideration. "But not teasing. Slow, intimate, and cozy."

He gently places her down on the sheets. "Slow and cozy it is. .. Want to keep your clothes mostly on?"

Era takes another moment of consideration before answering: "...Grab my nightie? Then I won't have to change afterward."

Unless he undresses her and readies her for bed once they've finished...which she has to admit is an appealing thought.

Ardbert normally can't read minds, but he manages it this once. "Or I can put it on you, after. I'll still get it to make that quick."

"...All right." Her voice cracks as she speaks, the blush painting her cheeks giving away just how pleased she is by his offer.

Aha!

He leans forward and kisses her on the lips, mostly chaste, and clearly pleased that she's pleased. The kiss lingers like a warm comforter.

Era relaxes, sinking into the mattress and forcing Ardbert to follow if he means to keep their kiss going. The tip of her tail flicks back and forth with lazy contentment.

He hadn't been planning to follow, but with the way she relaxes, he has to follow her. Era has been so highly stressed these last few days, and she's responding so readily. The pajamas can wait.

Ardbert has to climb onto the bed himself to keep it going.

The mattress dips under his weight, leaving her to open her eyes and observe him for a moment before allowing them to slip shut again, long lashes brushing against his skin like the briefest touch of a butterfly's wing. Era lifts a hand to stroke her fingertips along his jawline, feeling the thick hair of his growing beard.

So many little things that remind her he is here and alive. Solid; real.

Eyes closed, Ardbert smiles into the kiss when she strokes his stubble. She's still fascinated by his hair, even now. His own hand needs something to do.

Ardbert slowly shifts himself to the side, never breaking contact between their lips for more than a few moments. When his weight is supported by his left side and forearm, Ardbert's right hand is freed. He cups her breast further from him, gently massaging it through her sweater, shirt, and bra. When her nipple is hard, he finally breaks off the kisses to speak gently to her.

"Mmm, take off this bra, and I'll handle the rest." It's the only small request he'll have for himself for this; he loves watching her take her bra off, and he fumbles with it too much to not ruin the mood a bit.

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Soon NSFW

#soon

But they have to be sappy, first!

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nsfw achieved

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