Fairytale?

Chapter 44- Sunlight Scatter

Come slowly - Eden!
Lips unused to Thee -
Bashful - sip thy Jessamines -
As the fainting Bee -

Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums -
Counts his nectars -
Enters - and is lost in Balms.
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(warning: sexual content)
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"I was a bit worried." Came a voice, and Sanya turned- but not in alarm, for the voice was more familiar to her than her own. "When I went into the bedroom, and you weren't there."

"Sorry, husband. And you're very late." She said blithely, turning away from the refrigerator and moving closer to Edmund, who was leaning against the doorway of the kitchen. "It's past midnight."

He must have just returned home- he wore the same white shirt he had worn to university, his coat probably hung on the coat-rack.

He had told her it was unlikely he would make it to supper, as he was to do some correspondence work for one of his professors- but not this late.

She was surprised he had gone straight into the bedroom first- he always preferred to eat something before doing anything else, after returning from classes.

"I'm sorry." He said quietly. "The work ran late- and then some acquaintances found me and badgered me to attend a midnight do. Got out of that, though."

"Yeah?" He must have come up with some truly extreme excuse. University students didn't like to take 'no' for an answer to their invitations, Peter had told her. "What excuse did you give?"

"Not excuse. The truth." He moved away from the doorway, and he smiled at her. "I told them that I needed to get home to my wife."
It had thrown them off, since his being married wasn't public knowledge- not that he ever hid it, of course, he would never, he wore his wedding ring proudly- and he had used their shock and confusion to make his escape.
He used the 'must be getting home to my wife' reason fairly often, actually, to get out of social events. He was surprised his marriage hadn't made its way into popular gossip- but that was an advantage of being in a populous university, he supposed.

Sanya smiled as well, her cheeks reddening.

Her husband went on, "I would have been here before midnight- but I had to take a detour. One of the streets was closed."

"Crime scene?"

Edmund shook his head at her, his lips twitching, "No, Sanya, not crime scene. For construction."

"Boring." She murmured, before tilting her head up.
She had missed him all day- except for the time that she had been absolutely sucked into the autumn issue of All-Winners Squad, which Clarke had mailed her the last week. Superhero team-ups were so wonderful!
Missing her husband and superhero teams- they were what had occupied her mind that day.
She was not going to address the other thing that had not left her mind since Dr. Nick's visit on their fifteenth anniversary.
"Kiss me?"

He bent his head low, meeting her lips as he obliged her request.
Her lips were warm as they moved against his, and they tasted of juice- that must have been what she had come to the kitchen for.
"Are you cold?" He whispered against her mouth, his fingers on the satin of her sleeveless nightgown. "It's December, you shouldn't be-"