The feel of your lips at the skin of his neck was always something Elliott relished in. Most nights, consumed by love, not even the force of a god would pull you two apart.

Which is why Elliott and you got many concerned questions from the older folk about the bites that peppered your flesh, rope burns on your wrists and the scratches visible on your backs.

“Oh, dear!” Granny Evelyn concernedly held your young hands in her wrinkled ones, her worn face scanning your neck. “Again? You must be more careful” you had told her a couple months ago that the bruises were from working on the farm and she had believed it.

“You and Elliott worry me. That farm life can be so dangerous” she pat your cheek, you chuckle.

“We’re perfectly fine, granny, it just comes with the territory of being a farm couple.” She chuckled.

Your mind flashed with those moments of passion, face visibly hearing up. You chuckle, “thank you for the corcern though, Granny” you quickly blurt before scurrying off like a terrified critter.

Elliott was the first to notice your fluster when you shut the door to your cabin, puffing out. He smiled weakly, “is something the matter, my precious rose?” He held your face in his soft hands, pressing a small kiss to your forehead.

“The old people are worried again” you chuckle, Elliott smirked.

“Yeah? Perhaps we should stop worrying them then…a pity…I love the feel of your lips” he leaned down to kiss your jaw. Oh, you love how gentle he was…