Prompt: Tackle
"Hmmmm," Haley moaned, her body arching against her husband's as his lips trailed down her neck.
"Do you think your students will notice if you come to school with a hickey?"
She laughed a light, happy sound in the quiet room as she wrapped her legs around him and bent her neck to give him more access, "I don't care. I'll cover it up."
"Why Mrs. Scott, you are naughty," her husband leaned back to smile, but then went back to her neck, kissing her skin softly once, twice, before sucking that patch of skin.
A few minutes later Nathan's mouth was moving down his wife's neck and reaching for the first button of her shirt when a giant ball of energy landed on him.
"Daddy, Mama, it's out today its out. Rock Band for my Wii. Come on, Mama, Daddy."
Nathan groaned and pulled away from his wife, covering his body with the comforter to hide his rather large problem.
"Okay, buddy, why don't you let me and Daddy get dressed and then we'll bring you?"
"Okay," he said, standing up. Then he stopped and leaned closer, "Hey, Mama, what's wrong with your neck?"
Nathan chuckled as Haley blushed bright red.
"Come on, Jimmy Jam," he said, grabbing his son, "Let's go and get you ready."
Nathan stood, smiling back at his blushing wife who was already at the mirror trying to assess the damage his mouth had left behind.
He was good, very good.