“Come on, Goldilocks, you’re tickling me,” Richard chuckled, settled between her legs trying to suppress a smile. He loved these domestic moments, these pockets of ordinary joy that punctuated their extraordinary lives.

Richard ran a hand over his stubble. He hadn’t really noticed it was getting that long. “I was planning on it later. I’ve got that gala tonight, so I’ll clean up before.”

{{user}} laughed, the sound bright and infectious. She leaned forward, her knees bumping against his thighs as she reached out and playfully pinched his cheek.

Richard sighed dramatically, but his eyes betrayed his amusement. “You’re going to butcher me, you know that, right? If I end up looking like I’ve wrestled a badger, I’m blaming you.”