Imagine your OTP so comfortable with each other's bodies that they don't mind helping with embarrassing or gross problems. Instead, it only makes them fall harder, because they're both grateful.
"What are you doing?" Cora inquired, stepping into the washroom more fully.
She had been waiting in bed for nearly half an hour when she decided to investigate what exactly Robert was up to. And she found him most unceremoniously hunched before the looking glass by the sink inspecting the skin on his neck and arms. He whipped around at the sound of her voice and looked sheepishly at her, straightening up and clearing his throat.
"I was, er, looking at my neck. It seems I was outdoors for too long and burned my skin." He gestured down at his shoulders which were in fact tinted an angry shade of red. "It's most uncomfortable when I try to put my pajamas on."
"And you thought inspecting the affliction would help?" Cora asked, an amused smile playing at her lips.
Again he looked sheepishly at her. "Well, not really…" He peered down and reached for something out of the sink—a jar of her favorite cream. "I was applying some cream to the area."
"Ah, I see," Cora replied evenly. She crossed the room and smiled, taking the jar from his hands and beckoning him out of the room. When they made it back into the dimly lit bedroom she nodded at the bed, waiting for him to lie down.
He did as he was told, somewhat curiously, and began to lay down, wincing as his back hit the cool sheets.
"Turn onto your stomach," Cora leaned down to whisper in his ear. Doing again as he was told, Robert rolled gently until his stomach was pressed flush against the bed. A few seconds later he heard his wife unscrew the top to the jar of cream and felt her apply some of the cool mixture to his shoulders, rubbing ever so gently.
"How does that feel?" She asked after a while.
"It feels lovely, but Cora you needn't do that—"
"I like to help you, darling, as you've helped me many times." She smiled, though he could not see it from his position, and continued to apply the cream to his burned skin with as light pressure as she could manage. When she had tended to her husband, she pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his head and released him, allowing him to roll back over so she could help him with his pajamas.
"Better?"
"Much. But, darling?" Robert grinned, reaching for the discarded jar beside him.
"Yes, Robert?" Cora knew that smile anywhere, but feigned ignorance as he unscrewed the top.
"It's only fair that I return the favor, don't you think?"
Cora giggled as his hands encircled her waist, pulling her atop him. Sleep was not soon in coming as he did return the favor, several times in fact. When they did finally fall asleep several hours later, it was to the oil lamps burned low and the smell of Cora's lavender hand cream lingering in the air.
