Requested by: Anonymous. 17 ("Bite me") and 27 ("If we get caught I'm blaming you") for Trixie and Christopher please!
17: "Bite me," Christopher murmurs, rolling over in his sleep and slinging his arm over Trixie in the process.
"What?" she asks, pushing his arm away, sitting up, and shaking him.
"I just want you to show me that you have a good set of teeth, little dentist's wife," he slurs, knitting his brows in concentration as he tries to snuggle closer to Trixie.
"Christopher, sweetie, I think you're talking in your sleep," she says, gently stroking his hair.
"Love you too; your incisors are very pretty," he mumbles.
"Well, that is very nice of you, darling," Trixie says, pressing a kiss to his forehead before laying her head back on his chest, so she can feel his chest rumble as he prattles more nonsense.
27: "If we get caught I'm blaming you," Trixie hisses, trying to give her soon-to-be husband a stern look but failing miserably.
"There's already a pretty engagement ring on your finger, Trix, so I don't think people will begrudge us a little cuddle," Christopher says, placing his hands on her hips and pressing a soft kiss in the corner of her mouth.
"What if the nuns see?" she whispers, but her thoughts aren't on the nuns, not really, not with his breath ghosting over her face and his teeth grazing her earlobe.
"They understand love, don't they?" Christopher asks, sighing as his fiancée brushes her thumb over his cheekbone, over his mouth.
"I'm not sure how well they understand the physical aspect of it, Christopher, and… oh, goodness!" she shivers as his fingertips explore the blades of her hips whilst his mouth trails a path of kisses along her throat.
"Well, I'm willing to take the blame if we're caught, willing to confess my sin of corrupting the pretty young nurse with lustful behaviour and all that," he murmurs, though Trixie can't say he's the only one who deserves to be blamed if they are seen, not with her hand on his buttocks and her tongue in his mouth.