She kisses him, soft and gentle as she comes down. "So good darling," she whispers.
She lets them both recover for a little while, then she reaches for his kilt. "May I take this off you, love?"
A slip of the tongue, but she means it all the same. She couldn't explain WHY, if asked. (Her soul knows the truth, knows he's her beloved husband, her soul mate.)
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Date: 2024-08-10 05:43 pm (UTC)She lets them both recover for a little while, then she reaches for his kilt. "May I take this off you, love?"
A slip of the tongue, but she means it all the same. She couldn't explain WHY, if asked. (Her soul knows the truth, knows he's her beloved husband, her soul mate.)