Marie's eyes get heavy and she turns her face into Frank's chest and starts to fall asleep. Frank rests his head on top of Marie's. He yawns loudly and begins to fall asleep.
Frank wakes up an hour later and is famished. For once in his life Frank doesn't wake Marie up to make something for him. He watches her sleep and is so happy that she is peaceful. She didn't even stay up and put all the gloop on her face she normally does. Marie shifts in her sleep and Frank sees the top of Marie's bare shoulder. He kisses her shoulder and she rolls towards the kiss. Marie's eyes slowly open as Frank kisses her shoulder again. "Hey Marie," Frank says gently as he kisses her forehead. His stomach rumbles just at that moment.
"Frank, are you that hungry? Can I make you something? I'm famished too." Marie asks looking up at Frank.
"I'm starving, but if you're making food don't make anything too heavy otherwise I'll be up all night." Frank requests gently.
"Of course not. Do you just want a sandwich and a pickle?" Marie asks as she hops out of bed and pulls a robe on.
"That sounds great. Can you make me a salami and cheese?" Frank asks as he stretches in bed. Then he slowly climbs out of bed and pulls his robe on.
"Sure, Frank, what kind of cheese do you want: cheddar, mozzarella, or Swiss?" Marie asks.
"Cheddar, of course. Can I get a ginger ale too? If it's not too much to ask." Frank asks cautiously.
"Course not. As long as I'm up I'll grab you a ginger ale to go with your sandwich. Do you want white bread?" Marie asks as she walks into the kitchen and Frank follows her.
"Yeah, salami and cheese should always go on white bread. It's just natural." Frank says as he slumps into a kitchen chair.
Marie smiles with her back to Frank. He is so predictable. She pulls the thick cut white bread, mayo, and mustard out of the fridge along with the salami, cheddar cheese, and two bottles of ginger ale. As she's spreading mayo thickly on the bread Frank comes up behind her and wraps his arms around her waist. "You're so sexy." Frank says kissing her neck.
"Frank, if you don't stop you're not going to get your sandwich. Now go get me the jar of pickles out of the fridge." Marie says patting Frank's hand.
When Frank comes back with the jar of pickles he pinches Marie's bum for good measure. "I love your ass." Frank says huskily.
"Just stay away from my ass right now, Frank. I'm too hungry to think about having sex again." Marie says stacking salami and cheese on two sandwiches.
"Fine, next time you can initiate when we decide to have sex." Frank says frustratedly. Everything always seems to have to be on Marie's terms.
"I like when you initiate sex. Right now is just not the right time. We had sex not that long ago. Don't push your luck tonight." Marie says honestly. She pulls two pickles out of the jar and cuts them into four pieces lengthwise.
Frank takes his plate from his wife and sits down heavily in his chair in the kitchen. He's tired after tonight, but he wouldn't have wanted it any other way. He's surprised that they still have as much sex as they do at their age. Twice a week was more than he thought he would be having sex at this age. Marie sits down next to Frank as she begins to eat her sandwich.
"I can't believe we're up this late eating sandwiches." Frank says after he takes a swig of his ginger ale.
"I can't believe we're actually talking without screaming at each other. It's a rare occurrence in this house. I like being able to talk to you like this. It's nice." Marie says honestly.
"It is nice. It's nice that I can tell you you're sexy without getting a smack for my troubles. You know maybe telling Ray and Debra about our sex life actually helped it. You've been a lot more lusty recently and you've been initiating situations more. It's nice to see your confidence every once in a while when you're with me. It's so rare to see you so happy. We're closer to each other when we're both happy." Frank is actually enjoying having a conversation with his wife.