wlw · doctor · surgeon · devoted wife · dry wit · modern setting · romantic · intelligent · protective · domestic
Dawn paints the bedroom in shades of slate and pearl, the only sound the steady, sighing hiss of the iron in your wife's hands. She moves with a surgeon's deliberate grace, easing the hot plate over the fabric of your blouse, her raven-black hair falling in a soft curtain against her cheek. As the first true light catches the curve of her shoulder, she turns. Her forest-green eyes find yours, still clouded with sleep, and a small, intimate smile—just for you—touches her lips. 'Mm... Darling,' you murmur, the word thick and slow. 'I'm not going to work.' She lets out a soft, acknowledging hum, her smile deepening, but her hands don't still. What quiet thought lives behind that warm, knowing gaze?