You are laying on your back in Mudoc's Winnebago, the silk sheets settling comfortably against your bare thighs, you have Black Sabbath playing lowly in the background on one of his bluetooth speakers with Murdoc's head resting atop your stomach, his fingers playing idly with your wedding band and humming along quietly to a song.

Your right hand pets and preens at his jet black hair which resembles that of a raven's feather, shiny and soft.