A/N: I'm upping the rating to M just to play it safe, there's some highly suggestive content ahead. This is your sexual content warning, so please proceed with caution.
Wednesday, 6:56 a.m.
Lucy panted heavily, slowly coming down from her high, as Lee crawled back up the bed and collapsed on the pillows beside her. The sensation of his full, luxuriant whiskers brushing against her clit never failed to send her into stratospheres of ecstasy she'd never previously charted. He licked his lips, still relishing the taste of her as she smiled at him blissfully. They said nothing, gazing for a long while into each other's eyes. Finally, Lucy found her voice. "Well, that's one way to work up a sweat in the morning."
"Yeah," he breathed, settling beside her comfortably. It felt great to finally be back in his warm, familiar bed, though he still had yet to catch a good night's rest. He let his eyes travel over his wife's form, now bathed in the early morning sunlight streaking through the windows. Her pale, smooth skin seemed to glow. Her green eyes fairly glimmered. The red highlights in her hair caught the sun, glinting as her head shifted in time with her breathing. Lee reached out and ran his fingers through it, brushing the strands back behind her ear. He smiled down at her lovingly. "You're so beautiful."
"Really?" She whimpered, melting under his gaze. "You don't think I've let myself go?"
"Of course not!" He froze. "Have you been talking to Anna again?"
"No," she said quickly. "It's just…I thought…Kate's so…and you were…I was worried…you didn't find me attractive anymore."
"You're fucking mental." He shook his head, running his thumb along her graceful jaw. "From the moment I met you, you were the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen."
"Yeah, but…but that was seventeen years ago. We're a lot older now." She frowned and closed her eyes, squirming beneath his gentle touch. "My bits aren't in the same shape they used to be." She sucked in her breath as she felt Lee begin to fondle her breasts. "I don't have…thin little limbs…or a perfectly toned stomach…"
Lee threw the sheets back to uncover her naked form. He reached down and began slowly tracing the stretch marks along her hips and thighs. He leaned over to brush his lips against them, gazing up at her with worshipful eyes.
She sighed, meeting his gaze and allowing herself to smile. She reclined her head against the pillows and resisted the urge to thrust her hips against his face once more. "All right, you've made your point."
"I can keep going, if you'd like." Lee nodded towards her core. "Unless you aren't ready for me again."
She moaned reluctantly. "I would, and I am. But we'd better not." She turned her head to look at her alarm clock. Lee's discarded glasses perched on top where she'd placed them the night before. The photo of them with the twins still lay facedown beside it. She reached out and stood it back up, her eyes flickering happily. "Molly might be up, soon."
"Fine," Lee grumbled. He pulled the sheets back up around her and re-nestled himself down on the pillows beside her. He took her hand and stroked it gently. "Anyway, I thought you were perfect then, and you're even more perfect now. Every day I've known you, I've looked at you and thought you couldn't possibly be more beautiful. And then the next day you prove me wrong. And the next, and the next." He took a deep breath before continuing. "And even if, say, some California dream girl swooped in and started turning my head, the thought of you would keep it from turning too far."
"Really?" She breathed, smiling incredulously.
He nodded. "You were always on my mind, Luce."
She snuggled tightly against his shoulder, kissing his smooth, bare chest.
Lee gazed out into the middle distance and squeezed her hand. "Maybe I didn't treat you…"
"Stop singing."
"Okay." He dropped his head, grinning sheepishly at her.
Lucy closed her eyes. How she'd missed his goofiness, his warm presence, his reassuring touch. She'd even missed his nighttime trumps that tended to stink up the bed. She'd joked in the past about what she would do without him, but Kate had made her realize how desperately she'd hate to lose him. "Do you mean it, Lee?" She murmured against him. "Am I really enough to keep you?"
"Lucy." He pulled away so she could look into his eyes. "Seventeen years ago, when you came to my flat, you tattooed your name on my heart the moment you stepped through that door. It's been yours ever since."
She arched a brow playfully. "Let's just see about that." She pushed him back against the pillows and propped herself over him. "Hmm. What have we here?" She indolently began tracing her index finger in lettered formations against his breast. "'Property of Lucy…Adams…McKinnon,'" she purred, drawing a line through her given name and tracing her new surname beneath it. She ran her finger down to his nipple, circling it. As soon as she touched the nub, he sucked in his breath sharply.
"That's right," he rasped, "so be careful with it, or this old ticker just might burst."
She removed her hand and kissed him gently. "I'm sorry. I forget these things come harder at your age."
"I'm just happy I was able to keep up with you last night," he groaned, sitting up. "Here you are concerned about keeping me when I'm the one who should be worried about being enough for you."
"What are you talking about?" She reached out and stroked his back, gazing up at him worriedly. "You have an incredible amount of stamina for a mature man."
He looked over his shoulder at her. "Kate's nearly my age, you know. And she still looks incredible."
"Kate also lives in L.A. Her body is probably as real as it looks." Lucy rolled her eyes.
Lee stared down at his hands, fingering the comforter absently. "Still, I think she was disappointed with how time got the best of me. Told me I could stand to lose a few pounds. She's not wrong, either."
"You're joking!" Lucy rose up onto her knees and hugged him from behind. She rubbed her hands against his broad chest. "What did she even expect? Sure, you're no athlete, but you never were! You're still fit, Lee. You haven't let yourself go by any means."
He grabbed one of her hands and guided it onto the large mound of his stomach. "What do you call that?"
"That's just your middle-age spread!" She clutched at it, rolling his flesh beneath her fingers as she kissed his shoulder. "The dad bod is quite attractive, you know. And I like having more of you to love." Her fingers danced up his chest to massage his flabby pecs.
"Thanks," he smiled half-heartedly. "You don't have to try to make me feel better."
"I'm not! Look at yourself!" Lucy nodded at the mirror hanging above her vanity at the end of the bed. "It's no wonder I was scared to lose you. She's mad if she didn't like what she saw!"
Lee gazed wearily at his reflection. The old man in the mirror frowned back at him as Lucy embraced him from behind, nuzzling his neck. He reached up to run a hand through his hair, pushing at the short fringe that drooped over his forehead in limp, sweaty curls. "Blimey, I'm really going grey."
Lucy straightened and smiled down at his head. "You do know I have a thing for grey hair, right?" She kissed the whorl at the top of his crown and touched her nose to his beard before following his gaze to their reflection, pressing her face against his. "I'm so fortunate I get to witness your gradual transformation into a sexy silver fox." A throaty laugh rumbled in the back of her throat when she finally saw him smile. She turned and kissed his cheek. "So don't go covering them up when you're at the hairdressers' today."
"Oh, that's right." Lee's face fell. "Our anniversary dinner's tonight." He reached up to hold one of her hands against his shoulder, shooting her a pleading look. "Can't we just lock the door and stay in bed all day? Have your parents take the kids to school when they bring the boys round? I'm sure I'll be ready for another go in a few hours."
"What about Kate? Won't she be needing her escort to the train station again?" Lucy fluttered her eyelashes coquettishly.
Lee smiled, burrowing his nose against her ear. "Let her take a cab for once."
Lucy closed her eyes. "I wish we could, darling." Reluctantly, she patted his chest and clambered out of bed. "But I'm not cancelling our reservation. You're going to have to save your next go for tonight."
No sooner had they slipped their clothes back on and started getting ready than Lucy's parents pulled up outside. Lee listened to Molly flee down the stairs to meet her brothers, shouting ecstatically. The cacophony of their voices was raised by Kate suddenly striking up a chat with Geoffrey and Wendy. He shot Lucy one last reluctant look as they opened the bedroom door. Perhaps getting away from the house tonight wouldn't be such a bad idea, after all.