It was a few hours before they had collapsed in each other's arms, panting for breath, clothes strewn about the room. It hardly mattered that they'd been together a few years already - enough to have two children and another on the way. Rhys only seemed to fall deeper in love with her with each passing day. He touched a kiss to her bare shoulder, before drawing her into his embrace. Words could not express how much he adored her, but he'd try. "Wish I had my guitar," he murmured, apparently a song on his mind.
Smiling with languid pleasure, Nat draped herself over him, drawing her fingertips through his hair as her nose brushed his. "Do you plan to serenade me as well, dusha moya?" she asked tenderly.
"Kinda hard to do when you're on top of me," he said, smiling up at her. Had he said hard? There was that, too. It might be a little while longer before they slept. Rhys just hoped he wouldn't be the one falling asleep in his hamburger, or Ana would never let him hear the end of it. His arms went around her, fingers gently tracing her spine.
She laughed, careful not to stimulate that part of him again just yet. "I thought you liked it when I was on top," she teased, her voice low as she nuzzled to him. A gentle tremor followed his fingers along her spine, decidedly sensual in its own right. "Next time, I will wear tights."
"Tights?" he echoed, brows arching upwards. "What the hell for?" He'd only end up ripping them off, or maybe that's what she wanted.
She snorted with laughter. "So I don't get overcome by whichever artifact we strap to my inner thigh next time, of course," was her reply. Perfectly innocent, of course, but timed and phrased to make his mind wander in a different direction entirely.
"Oh, that!" Rhys said, laughing. "Think we could convince the Lady to let us keep it?" he teased, those fingers of his still tracing her spine, enjoying the reaction his caress elicited from her. It wasn't like they needed anything - sex aids or ancient artifacts - to further enhance their sex life.
"Am I not enough for you without it?" Nat asked, raising her brow in challenge. He knew exactly what he was doing to her with those gentle caresses up and down her spine, her body softly rubbing to his as she shifted to brush a kiss to his lips.
"Baby, you are more than enough," he assured her, one hand moving away from her back to trace the curve of a breast. "Love you, Nat," he told her, his voice and expression softening with the words that seemed somehow inadequate.
The tip of her nose circled his as she smiled with him, unconsciously arching into his touch even as she breathed him in. "Lyublyu tebya obratno," she whispered to him, no longer afraid to share such endearments in her native Russian. He knew what she meant.
He smiled at the simple declaration of her love. He didn't need words to know how she felt about him, his love for her mirrored in her eyes when she looked at him, in her kisses and caresses. It was almost as if they were meant to be together; if only they'd known years ago, but maybe all the pain of their pasts only made them know just how precious that love could be. He answered her words with another kiss, soft and tender, more ardent than hungry, sharing everything he felt in his heart without having to say a word.
Soft lips found his, tender and affectionate, pouring love into every breath shared between them. Natalya adored her husband, constantly counting her blessings that they had found one another in the crazy world they navigated daily. "We really should try to sleep," she murmured against his lips.
"We should," Rhys replied, a smirk still on his face as he continued to trace a circle along the curve of her breast. "Isn't sleep for the weak?" he asked, knowing they'd have to deal with two hyperactive toddlers in the morning, and that the wise thing to do would be to grab a few hours sleep while they could.
"You make me weak," his wife countered with a faint giggle. They both knew that Ana and Micah would be full of beans tomorrow, and that sleeping now would give them a fighting chance ... but what parent really does that?
"Do you wanna sing that?" Rhys asked, his mind wandering to the soundtrack in his head. "What's our record?" he asked, out of the blue, regarding how many times they'd made love in one night. Or one day.
She actually thought about that for a minute, tracking back over a few marathons they'd shared in privacy over the years. "I do believe ... something like eleven and a half," she said eventually, still teasing her fingers through his hair.
"Eleven and a half!" he echoed, whistling. He'd never been big on keeping count, but that number impressed even him. There was no way they were breaking that number tonight. "I must be a stud," he remarked, smirking in amusement again. It wasn't so much that he actually believed that, as he was teasing her.
Nat laughed, dipping her brow to his shoulder as she cackled quietly at his proud response to her best guess at their standing record. "Dusha moya, you are a stallion," she informed him in a wickedly breathy tone, deliberately teasing him through her giggles.
"I am, aren't I?" he replied, amusement still apparent on his face, but some pride, too. After all, he did take pride in being able to satisfy his wife, but he had never forced her into anything she didn't want to do and he never wanted to hurt her. It was Nat, in fact, who had seduced him first. "This is all your fault anyway. You created a monster," he said, tossing her onto her back and ducking his head to nibble at her neck.
"Then I suppose that means one of my kinks is teratophilia, my dumpling," she responded, laughing as he flipped her over, arms and legs reaching out to wrap about him. Her teeth grazed the curve of his ear impishly.
"Terato-what?" Rhys asked, between nibbles, shuddering a little at the nibble she'd taken of his ear. "Sounds like a dinosaur," he said, resisting the urge to roar like one. He increased his nibbling though, moving down her shoulder.
She shifted beneath him, gently arching her back, pressing her hips upward to tease his as he nibbled over her skin. "If a dinosaur was turned on by seducing monsters, then yes," she murmured laughingly.
"I haven't heard any complaints lately," he reminded her, as his mouth wandered closer to the curve of her breast, leaving a trail of soft kisses in its wake. It was already late and morning would come quickly, but he didn't really care. It wasn't often he got his wife all to himself.
Her breath caught in her throat, releasing a tender moan as his mouth teased at her skin. "You realize if you are the monster, that makes me the dinosaur," she pointed out impishly. "Are you attracted to dinosaurs, dumpling?"
"Only to Natasauruses," he murmured, too busy tantalizing her flesh to give her much of a reply. It was going to be at least another hour before they surrendered to sleep, but it was well worth the sacrifice.