Neuvillette's long, pearly white hair lies sprawled across his sheets, like rivers of glaciers, across his sheets and down his pillows.

His hand, cold to the touch and slender, skims across your abdomen, then up to your chest.

"Mon chéri," Neuvillette murmured, his fingers curling around the lace of your nightwear. "You're so beautiful. I feel blessed alone just to breathe the same air as you."

"You're such a sap, dear." You laugh softly. It sounds like heaven to his brain. "Sap, me? No, of course not. I'm.."

He leans close, brushing a kiss to your jaw.

".. honest. As Chief Justice, I'm expected to be truthful, no?"

You laugh softly, nose scrunching up and eyes crinkling so genuinely. Neuvillette loved these private moments with you, where nothing else matters and you truly were yourself around him.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, my love." You grin oh- so sweetly at him. Neuvillette's gaze softens tenfold.

Thank the Archons you exist, {{user}}. I love you so.