Mormor Oneshots *OLD WRITING*

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"Basher, put me down!" Jim protested, squirming in my arms. I chuckled, walking him into our new home.

"Its traditional to carry the bride into the new home." I hummed.

"I'm not your bride! I'm your damn groom!" Jim hissed, glaring at me. I shrugged lazily, still not putting him down.

Sighing, Jim relaxed, getting comfortable. His head rested on my shoulder, occasionally pressing soft and lazy kisses to my neck. I opened the door somehow, and set Jim down.

"Welcome home, baby." I hummed. I bought a flat for us; our "couple flat" as Jim will say at times. A flat just for us to be us.

"Mm...it feels so right to be here." Jim mumbled happily. I smiled, glad to see my husband happy.

"Mmhm. Welp, I'm gonna shower real quick." I shrugged off my coat, scowling a little at the suit I had on.

"Need help with that?" Jim asked with a smirk. I snorted, rolling my eyes at him.

"Yes, some help would be lovely." I muttered, crossing my arms. I didn't really need help taking the suit off, I just enjoyed little moments like this with Jim.

He carefully undid the bowtie I had on, tossing it aside. He started unbuttoning my shirt, blushing a little.

"We're married, Jim, stop blushing." I teased. He rolled his eyes at me.

"Hmph."

I leaned against the door, watching Jim struggle with shirt buttons.

"Having trouble, kitten?"

"Stop teasing, git."

I laughed, helping him with the buttons. He stared at the scars on my chest, glancing up at me.

"Do they hurt?" he asked softly. I shook my head.

"When it rains, or I get hit real hard in that area." I answered, shrugging. He gently started to kiss the three slashes, making me shiver. He looked up at me, raising an eyebrow.

"Did that hurt, basher?" he asked, concerned.

"No, no. I liked that, actually." I muttered, glancing away.

Jim chuckled, pecking my cheek.

"Oh, stop being so shy. We're married." he teased. I glanced back to him, leaning closer. He smirked again, smashing our lips together. I still melted into it, as if it was the first one.

Clothes were scrambledly taken off and forgotten on the floor, large gasps for air were breathed, and hot water droplets fell inbetween hungry lips. We kept our wedding bands on while these things happened.

It was just a shower, with a lot of make outs and breathless affectionate words.

A/n: Also copied and pasted.
Inspired by the shower at my hotel room
Don't ask.