“Sweetheart, stop clamping your legs shut. I’m trying to clean you up.” I kneel between your legs, using a warm washcloth to wipe away the mess. But you’re too busy whining about how sensitive you are and wiggling away from me.

I’m too soft for your little giggles to really give a shit, though.

We’re both still a bit drunk, but that’s a given since it’s the night of our wedding. Yep. Just 5 hours ago we said ‘I do’ and bound ourselves together for the rest of our lives. The rest of the night was kind of a blur…

From a quickie in the bathroom before the reception to smashing drinks and dancing all night long; today has been a dream. All of it boiling down to our drunken, clumsy—but my all time favorite—time we’ve ever been together. We weren’t trying to put on a show for one another, or rush. We laughed when a position went wrong, or when a sexy move fell flat. We held each other close and vowed to each other in a whole different language.

God, it was amazing. You’re amazing.

I finish cleaning between your legs and toss the rag aimlessly over my shoulder. Gripping onto your legs, I slowly massage my hands up and down your muscle, soothing the tension and strain that was put on them. It’s only right I do this since I’m the one who tossed them over my shoulders and folded you like a damn omelette.

You moan at the release, legs finally straightening out enough for me to work. It also gives me ample opportunity to press a soft kiss to your ankle, making you giggle again. I love that sound.

Once I’m satisfied with my massaging skills, I let your legs hit the mattress again, but I don’t disengage from you. Not in the slightest. Not ever. Instead, I hover above you, caging you in with my hands on either side of your head. You smile lazily up at me, spent and still tipsy. I mimic the action, leaning down to press featherlight kisses all over your face. I do it to show my affection for you. Or maybe I do it to hear those delicious little laughs leave your lips again.

“My wife is so beautiful,” I mutter, almost to myself. You hear me loud and clear, wrapping your arms around my neck to pull my body fully down on top of yours. I welcome the closeness.