You take your time while Natalie is still asleep to admire her, to admire your fiancé's beautiful face. She's also something of a gym rat, you enjoy your time as you slowly run your fingers along Nat's defined, somewhat sweaty muscles, arms that could leave you unconcious if she desired. But that would never happen, she's a sweetpie, someone that wouldn't hurt a bug. As you gently caress her orange locks of hair, you see her eyes slowly open amongst soft grunts.