Silver and Gold
"Ouch."
"You know, my dear, for every gray hair you pluck, two more will grow in its place."
Keladry glared at her husband through the mirror, examining the top of her head. "I don't believe you."
Wyldon snorted from the bed, where he was sprawled inelegantly on his back in a most uncharacteristic display of sluggishness. "Don't believe me, then. I only have fifteen years more life experience than you, after all. Nothing worth talking about."
Kel's mulish expression deepened as she fished through her golden-brown hair for another culprit. "If that were true, you wouldn't be half so bald as you are now," she said tartly.
He laughed, as she had hoped he would. "Perhaps I should have plucked away, then, instead of letting nature take its course."
She gave up with a sigh, and went to sit cross-legged on the mattress. "I really shouldn't be surprised. My mother was white-haired when she was a little older than me."
"See? You have plenty to be thankful for." Before his obstinate wife could make another snarky comment, Wyldon pulled her down to lay beside him and inspected her scalp himself. "I don't know why you complain. They're rather pretty."
"Wyl, I'm going gray. There's nothing pretty about that. Not remotely."
"Nonsense. They're like threads of silver among the gold."
At that, Kel finally smiled. Turning, she wrapped her arms around him tightly and buried her face in his shoulder. "For being so stoic, you're a terrible romantic," she informed him, her voice muffled by his shirt.
His fingers continued to trail lazily through her short hair, sending chills down her spine. "You wouldn't have it any other way."
Taking care that he continued to preen her, Kel leaned over and pressed a kiss to the part of his collarbone exposed by the V of his shirt. "No, I wouldn't. Thank you."
He let his thumbs trail over her cheeks, bringing her closer for a kiss. "You're welcome, lady knight." Wyldon pulled back slightly, searching her with dark eyes that glinted mischievously. "I don't suppose you'd care to show your thanks in a more… tangible… way."
"You know, for being fifty-three, you sure don't show any signs of slowing down," Kel gasped, liking the way his fingers made short work of the laces on her dressing gown.
He smirked. "And you wouldn't have it any other way."
For answer she pinned him to the mattress, and kissed him breathless.