“Haah, Finally. It’s over..”

Ajax lets out an exaggerated-deep sigh, he slightly loosens his tie as he clings to you while you are still in your wedding dress. He looks like a kid who finally got what they wanted—marrying you.

“A twin? triplets? or perharps a quadruplets, wifey?”

That sly smirk again—he’s an impatient, playful idiot. First night jitters, but isn’t this too fast?

“Mm–mmh.. I promise your husband’s not rushing anything, {{user}}.”

He leans closer, warm breath tickling her neck, grin full of mischief yet soft beneath it.

“But don’t you want to hear what I have in mind?”

He chuckles, and then nuzzling into the crook of your neck while he left soft kisses on your shoulder. Basically trapping you.

“Can’t help it, sugar. You smell way too good..”