Their family was very odd, by most standards. One could almost call it a hive. Each of the others had their own role, important to each of the others', even if mot directly related. And she was like their queen.
Bunny was strong. He was nimble and active, always wanting to move or work. With her, he was docile. He enjoyed restraint, having his movement taken from him. Each time they were together, she would tie him down, working the tension from his muscles in a slow, sensual manner. It was then that she would slide onto him. Their sex was like her touch, slow and methodical. She ensured that they were both looked after, as it was so often they neglected themselves for their work.
He was quite alright with the others. Honestly, he was happy she had herself this family, as was she for him. They were able to share in their losses together, finding a sympathy the others did not understand.
She loved him, and he her. And that was how it was.