Soft touches, no skin contact but all the intimacy needed

there was something so comforting about the experience, malery’s fingertips ever so lightly grazing over your shirt her brown eyes wide as she watches your reactions to the small touches no sexual intent nor feeling intentional simply two lovers confined in their chambers with the comfort of each others touch in the middle of the night a soft chuckle escaping malery’s lips as she rests her head on your shoulder adjusting her hand so her fingernails drag across your shirt the sound of fabric against her nails sending shivers down her spine quite enjoying the noise as she listens to your breathing the steady pattern as her nails glide a low hum being heard before the peace is rather rudely interrupted by the screeches and wails of a babe, yours and malery’s newborn son with a groan malery very begrudgingly rolls off of your back a tired look in her eyes as she's been waking up for your son the past few weeks but he only ever seems to want you although she knows the babe loves her equally as much as they love you, it’s clear daddy’s comfort is a must for his fussy self

“The king demands your presence.” Malery teases, her hand rubbing your back softly to get your mind out of the sleepy state the moonlight has lulled it into over the course of the night her curls messily falling over her freckled collarbone quietly propping herself up her free hand under her head holding it up so she can watch your face a small smile playing on her lips when the demanding cries only grow louder the bassinet in the further corner of the room near the window for tonight so you and malery could get some peace and quiet

But the little one had clear and different plans for his night