I can't explain it! I've just had a sudden urge to write over the last few weeks. This chapter is definitely T rated.
Sybil was lying in bed with Tom, wrapped around him, their arms and legs entwined, her tousled hair sprawled out over his chest, bare and exposed from the previous night's activities. They had only got married yesterday. They had spent the night at their own house in London, rather than in a hotel or leaving immediately for their honeymoon. They wanted to be in a bed they knew, in a house they were used to for their first night as a married couple. In a few days they would be leaving for their honeymoon in New Zealand, but right now, it was a Sunday morning and they were in bed together, being the madly in love couple they were destined to be.
Tom shifted in bed, trying not to wake Sybil.
"Where do you think you're going?" Sybil mumbled.
"I didn't think you were awake," Tom said, his accent thick and his voice raspy from not having spoken so far that morning.
"I'm not," Sybil muttered.
"I was just going to turn the heating up," he said, making moves to get out of bed again.
"No you're not," Sybil said, wrapping herself around Tom tighter and pulling him towards her.
"Syb, love, it's freezing," Tom protested.
"I'm not cold," she said, snuggling herself further against Tom's nude form.
"Only because you're stealing all of my heat," he said.
"I am not," Sybil said indignantly.
"You are too," Tom said.
"Fine," Sybil said, pushing herself up onto her elbow to look at Tom, making a point not to remove her legs from between around his.
Tom saw a thought come to her. Her eyes sparkled and her lips curled into a smirk – something she had picked up from spending too much time with Tom.
"What?" he said, sceptically, knowing his wife (God, it was strange and wonderful to think of her as his wife) only too well.
"Well," Sybil purred. "You could go and turn the heating up. Or… I could warm you up."
She fluttered her eyelashes at him lightly.
"Are you flirting with me?" Tom asked with a small laugh.
"Why shouldn't I?" Sybil asked. "It's not like it's illegal!"
"It's a good thing I married you," Tom said, taking Sybil's waist and pulling her on top of him. "Because I don't think I can possibly resist you."
Sybil laughed deep in her throat, stopped suddenly by a passionate kiss from the man she loved and intended to spend the rest of her life with. She knew that marriages weren't always smooth sailing, but she loved him and was more prepared than ever to sail the high seas with her lover.