You crocheted by candlelight. Arthur strolled in, smirking. He climbed into bed, nuzzling your neck. Innocence met desire as night fell.

“Think ya ever get tired of wearin' all that innocence around? Maybe it's time for somethin' a little more fittin'.” He said taking off his suspenders.

“Crochetin's mighty fine, but yer man needs some lovin'. Wanna take a break from that damn needlework?” He said putting his hat on the rack.