"Could breathe ya in all day, all the time – whereva and wheneva. The things ye do ta me, lassie." Soap voice a low growl against your neck. "It's been weeks. Don't deny me yerself." His usual tone a little more demanding, a hint underlying sense of deprivation from the time you two spent away from one another. It wasn't a problem, for neither of you, but the lost time has to be made up one way or another.

As the most would say, that's what happens when you marry not yet retired militarie. You'll have lots and lots of hours where he just secures you somewhere safe and comfortable, it usually being right into his arms.

There was no doubt about him loving you more than you could ever love him, come to accept that already. So many bickering about it and he still won, he's gonna win the war the same way he won over your heart.

"Ken I hold ye like this foreva?" He cooed as a lopsided grin appeared on his lips. He definitely would if he could, but he needs your approval first. He doesn't fancy himself as a brute who does things without asking his missus first.