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A loving smile graced her lips as she watched him from the doorway. Moonlight filtered into the room through the floor length windows, causing everything around them to glow. His back was to her, and his broad shoulders were bare, half hidden by his long hair. He was wearing the pair of purple pajamas pants she had bought for him the week before.
He shifted slightly, bending over something she couldn't see, and the smile covering her face grew. She could still faintly make out the marks trailing down his back from their last evening in Dublin.
Their honeymoon lasted for ten full days, and Minerva couldn't remember ever spending more than three hours at a stretch away from the hotel room. Together they had discovered muscles neither had ever imaged existed, and they loved every minute.
Her thumb thoughtlessly played with the ring that was still settling into its new home as she became vaguely aware that he was humming. She watched as he swayed gently on his feet in time with the tune, still fiddling with something in front of him.
A stray cloud passed over the moon out in the inky night and plunged in the room into a temporary darkness. Silently she pushed herself away from the doorway and made her way to him. She didn't make a sound as she bare feet stalked across the worn wooden floors and her nightgown flowed around her knees.
He didn't start as her arms slid around his waist and her lips found their favourite place between his shoulders. She had laughed the first time she saw the turtle shaped mole there. His skin was warm and smelled of leather and sandalwood. It was enough to cause her cheeks to flush and her heart to pound.
He turned slowly, almost languidly, in her embrace before wrapping his own arms around her, pulling her flush against him. The tenderness in his eyes was overwhelming, and it became a relief when he leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers, breaking the connection.
Once their lips parted he surprised her by stepping away, and she immediately felt the loss. She followed his gaze to and saw a table with a single pillow. His smile turned mischievous even as he deftly slid away the straps of her night gown and walked her backward. It had been a stressful day.