Enjoy your body; use it every way you can.
Don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
James Potter liked to ponder. He was unashamed to admit to being a ponderer and so, it was with little surprise, that he found himself pondering, as a ponderer would, about the benefits of married life.
And there were definite benefits to being a Mister rather than a Master.
This thought process may or may not have had everything to do with the fact that his utterly, insanely gorgeous wife enjoyed drip drying from the shower and deigned it appropriate to walk around the house naked whenever she could. It was not the simple pleasure of ogling that he enjoyed so much, although it was a lovely bonus, but rather the pure contentedness with which his wife wandered about. Completely carefree, no body hang ups, no self-consciousness, no need to scurry away from his appreciative gaze. The first time she had done it had been nothing short of shocking. He had been dressing in their bedroom when she had finished her shower, padded into their room and unceremoniously dropped her towel to the floor. He was sure he had dislocated his jaw. She had brushed her hair calmly and caught his eyes in the mirror. With a smug smirk that he would keep locked in his memory forever, she had tutted.
"James, you're gawking, dear."
Well how could he not? She was all lovely, pink, clean curves and was that lavender he could smell? Heavenly. Coherent thought had been near impossible and he had stared at her with confusion, lust, surprise and affection wrestling for dominance in his stomach.
But, damn, his wife was sexy.