Marital Bliss by Lacey Thorn

grabbed the bag of goodies she’d brought with her and set the bed up for later. She placed a few other things on the bed. She wasn’t sure if they’d use them or not, but she’d bought them just in case. With one last look, she headed downstairs and followed her nose to the kitchen.
    Clint was just setting stuff on a tray when she walked in. He was wearing the same apron and she grinned.
    “I think I really need a picture of you like that to take back with me.”
    “Only if I can take a few of you too,” he responded.
    Mischa thought for a minute. “Okay.” She’d let him paint her first then let him take some pictures. That would be one way to get him interested in all the body paints she’d bought and brought with her.
    Clint’s eyes lit up. “Have to use the digital camera, so no one else sees.”
    “Absolutely,” she agreed. They still had a 35mm camera they used often. They both enjoyed taking pictures with it. That was the camera they’d used yesterday and those were the pictures they would share with their families and friends.
    “Hungry?” Clint’s voice was husky and she knew that he was not just referring to the food he’d cooked.
    “Starved,” she admitted. She wasn’t talking about food either.
    “Grab the coffee and meet me at the table?”
    She nodded and headed over to pour them both a mug before following him. The table was gorgeous. He’d gone outside and picked some of the wildflowers and placed them in a cup of water. It was a colorful hodgepodge of blooms that made her heart smile.
    He took the cups from her and set them on the table before pulling her into his arms for a good morning kiss that had her toes curling.
    “Happy anniversary, Mischa.”
    She sighed. “Happy anniversary, Clint.”
    “I was thinking this morning about how nervous I was waiting for you to walk down the aisle.”
    “You were nervous?”
    “Hell, yeah! There was always the chance you’d come to your senses and run away.”
    Mischa laughed. “Never.”
    “You were the most beautiful bride in the world. The way you piled your hair up in loose curls that surrounded your face.”
    “I didn’t know you paid attention to my hair.”
    “I pay attention to everything about you. The way you nip your bottom lip when you’re worried or thinking. The way you tilt your head to the right when you’re really listening intently to something. The sound you make when I hit just the right spot when we make love.”
    “You hear that sound a lot.”
    “That sound’s important to me.” He stepped back and tilted her head up to look at him. “I know I’m not perfect. I make mistakes. I forget things, and, sometimes, I get so wrapped up in a project at work that I forget anything else exists.”
    “I’m just as bad.”
    “Think that’s what makes us so perfect for each other?”
    “I think it helps.”
    “You’re more than just my wife, Mischa. You’re my best friend.”
    “You’re mine too.”
    He pulled her in and kissed her again, softly, and then just hugged her close. It felt perfect.
    “Let’s eat before it gets cold,” he murmured and held a chair out for her. “I have to say that I may demand we eat naked from now on.”
    She smiled. “I’m not sure we could do this at home. Not with the way the backdoor looks right into our table. Not with the way people show up out of the blue.”
    “I suppose you’re right,” he agreed with a sigh. He looked seriously disappointed, which made her laugh again.
    “Did you have anything planned for today?” She hoped he didn’t. She really wanted to spend the day in bed with him.
    He looked at her for a long moment and finally shook his head. “What do you have in mind?”
    “I might have a plan or two,” she admitted.
    “Any hints?”
    “I thought we might play out another fantasy and see how it goes.”
    He shifted in his seat. “No hints?”
    “I’ll let you see for yourself when we go back upstairs. I’ve got it all set up for us.”
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