He smiled, turning in the bed as he guided her back against the mattress. He let a hand trace down the line of her neck, lazily pulling down her shoulder as he watched the fabric of her clothing shift across her frame.

//Shh. Do not speak of it. An incident that has passed us, and we are the better for it.// He assured her, leaning down to press a soft kiss against her neck. //How long it has been, my wife...since you and lain with me as such?//

He has much better ideas on how to occupy her mind and mouth when it came to discussing their most recent, unfortunate history.