The prompt was Flannel
During their first year of marriage, Charles found Laura beautiful in her conservative green skirt, the color matching her amazing eyes.
He thought she was a divine apparition in her white dress, walking towards him, the church bathed in a surreal pink and orange light, the sun setting early on the cold december afternoon of their wedding day, an halo of light around her.
She had touched him , being shy and vulnerable when he asked to see her, all of her, in the early days of their marriage.
He found her mesmerizing as she laid naked on their bed, waiting for him, a daring smile on her lips, her body illuminated by a few candles.
He thought she was funny as she wore his shoes too big for her, clad in her nightgown, walking like a penguin to go feed the horse on a rainy evening.
He had always been proud to walk by her side: her natural elegance, her timeless beauty and her sharp mind making him feel like the luckiest man on Earth.
But never had he found her more sexy than when she wore only his flannel shirt and nothing else, her long hair loose and curly, her rounded belly poking from the open flaps.