Barbaric Acts
"I am so glad to be rid of that tent." Shelagh commented, buttoning her nightdress as she walked out of the bathroom in their hotel room.
"Shelagh, why did you go to all the trouble of booking this holiday if you hate camping?"
Shelagh smiled at him as she got into bed. "Because you like camping. This holiday was for you to have fun, not me. You work so hard, dearest…..I wanted you to enjoy yourself."
"So you haven't had any fun on this holiday at all?" Patrick asked her as he climbed into bed beside her.
"Not necessarily. I enjoyed not having to cook in our hot kitchen. I enjoyed watching you attempt to put the tents together." She turned to her husband, slowly starting to unbutton his pajama top with each item on her list. "I enjoyed seeing you relax and having fun with our children." Another button. "And I enjoyed our late night tea, laced with your secret stash." She pressed a kiss to his throat.
"But to be completely honest, I was never looking forward to sleeping outside. On the ground." She shook her head and laughed. "I don't know what you men find so exhilarating about camping."
"I don't know…..it's manly."
She scoffed. "It's barbaric. I'm much happier being here- in this lovely, comfy bed." She sighed, closing her eyes as she succumbed to the luxury of a real mattress.
"I'll show you barbaric, Shelagh Turner." Her husband growled as he leaned over her, pressing her deeper into the mattress.
Shelagh's eyes shot open as she felt him shift onto her.
"You'll do no such thing. Our children are next door!" She whispered harshly.
"So? At home, they're always next door." He narrowed his eyes at her, a smirk blooming across his face as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.
"Besides, I locked the door."
Pulling away to see her face, he watched as her eyes grew dark and blazed with want.
"Just don't wake them."
"I'm not the one to be concerned about, Mrs. Turner." He growled in her ear before showing her exactly how barbaric camping could be.