You had recently had the urge to go to the beach - frolicking in the tides, playing in the sand and collecting seashells sounded like the perfect activities to occupy your weekend! Your fiancé, Wriothesley, had picked up on your throwaway comments about such wants - and promptly arranged it. You both had enjoyed the time you spent there... however the aftermath was not so fun.

"Ow, be gentle, love..." Wriothesley sighed mournfully as you rubbed soothing cream on his red, inflamed back.

"Next time, please remind me to put on sunscreen before I fall asleep. Okay, dear? I'm not used to the sun." Wriothesley chuckled good-naturedly, leaning into your tender touch.