Felix smiled as he walked into the kitchen.
His ladylove stood at the sink, her back facing him; hands working diligently to make sure every used dish was spotless.
"Hey," she said with a backwards glance, having heard the handyman come in.
"Hey," he replied, resting a hand on one of her long legs. Displaying what kind of mood he was in, Felix placed a quick, reverent kiss to the back of her thigh.
Tamora smiled softly, but continued her chore.
She felt his hands roam, his fingers lightly grazing her hips before letting out a pitiful whine.
"What is it, Fix-It?" she sighed, peering down into his sad, blue eyes.
"Sometimes…I wish I could just walk up behind you and wrap my arms 'round your waist," his despondent tone contrasting with the playfulness he exhibited earlier. "Kiss your shoulder..."
Realizing that Felix was genuinely upset, Tamora immediately stopped and pulled off the rubber gloves. Thinking quickly, she sat on her knees right there beside the sink. Reaching backwards, she reeled her husband back in, placing his hands on her hips.
A soft chuckle escaped him, and he hugged her, hands locking where they met along her front. With a small sniffle, Felix kissed her shoulder, resting his head at the base of her neck.
"Sorry," he wept. "I don't know what's come over me…"
"It's ok," Tamora reassured him, her arms folding over his.
"Sometimes it can be hard," he whispered. "Showin' all the ways; how much I love you."
"And yet you still do," Tamora brought one of her beau's hands upwards to kiss it. "Every single day."