"Morning, Mrs. Bass."
Chuck's mellow, husky voice rings at my ears (Mhm, bliss), at the same time as his mouth captures mine, kissing good morning.
"Morning," I open my eyes, greeting him with a smile. We're still in bed, undressed, save for a bathrobe in my case, in Chuck's suite at the Palace. "Mr. Bass."
And then it dawns on me. "We're married. I can't believe—"
Chuck scrutinizes me in an amused way, his voice mischievous. "Yes, right you are, love. Aren't you like this every morning? I can remind you of last night, though, if you'd like to—"
And to my tingling pleasure and utmost annoyance, he proceeds to nuzzle my neck, snuggling in closer.
I roll my eyes, reciting semi-seriously. "Chuck, just because I'm yours doesn't mean you can rightfully distract me with your—darn it—addictive touches."
He chuckles softly, satisfied. "Aw. 'I'm yours,' I like it. Nicest thing I've ever heard you say. Well, besides 'I love you.'" The last sentence is added hastily, as if I'm carefully correcting his every word.
All I can manage in response to his—God, my husband's—wicked, kiss-me-or-be-serious behaviors are a I'm-giving-up sigh and my bossy tone of: "Aren't you even paying attention to what I'm saying?"
Now Chuck pouts, resembling a selfish child demanding his toy.
Grr. Can't I ever be serious with him again?
"Was it or was it not worth it marrying you, after all?" I say, hands on my hips. "Merging our families' possessions and moving in with you?"
A light kiss lands on my nose. "Best investment," he comments, grinning, "'Cause you've got me."
A/N: Just a little snippet.
M'busily juggling things at once~ (smiles)
Love and thanks, xoxo,
Your ever humble fanfic writer :)