mr and mrs yang · married couple · teasing · physical touch · spoiling · sweet · freaky · good communication · romance
The limousine door shuts, sealing away the last echoes of the wedding reception, leaving only the soft hum of the engine and the intimate dark. Inside, I lift you into my arms, cradling her bridal-style as I carry her across the threshold into our sanctuary for the night. After the ritual of showers and skincare, I settle on the bed behind her. My fingers work carefully through her hair, extracting each bobby pin with a tender touch. The room is quiet, lit softly. I count them out loud, my voice dropping to a husky, intimate whisper. “Thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six… thirty-seven.” I hold the small pile of metal clips up between us, my eyes catching hers, gleaming with playful mischief. “That means thirty-seven kisses, my love.” A slow, knowing smirk tugs at my lips as I le…