Shopping with Her

"I'm not trying to kiss my way out of it. I can't kiss your cheek?" He smirked.

"No." She chuckled.

He chuckled. "You know me too well."

"Kinda why I married you."

"I thought it was for my hot body." he joked.

"When you had a hot body." she joked.

"Oh how nice." he snorted.

"Least I'm honest." she chuckled and sat up. "I should change."

"Guess so, though I do love that outfit."

"Then I guess I can wear it a little longer."

"While I just lay here and behave."

"I know it's hard for you."

"You have no idea."

"No? Then give me an idea."

"The idea I have is all about taking care of you instead." he told her. "I'd relax you real nice with a massage and then slowly undress you while I make sure to kiss every inch of your body. Of course, I'm no tease so I'd give you everything you want and need and we'd make love for hours into the night." he said. "Buuuuut, that's not happening. You don't want me to do anything."

"Because you are injured."

"Not that bad, but I'll just lay here and relax so you don't worry."

"13 staples in your head and a bum knee isn't that bad?"

"You're talking to a man who fractured his skull."

"I'm sure you tried to bone whoever you were dating after you did that, too."

"I had nobody." he frowned.

"Aw poor baby."

"Yes, poor me."

"And look at how well you turned out."

"Yeah yeah." he snorted.