[That he's bedding anyone at all is proof of her uniqueness; that he's married to her transcends it into a singularity. The specialness she so loves is no mere imagining when Herlock Sholmes can call himself a husband.
His lips still possess the tilt of a smile that he so often wears, but where he might usually chuckle, the sound he makes is husky, proof of his effort and pleasure.]
Did you miss it, my love? Did you dream about a reunion much like this one?
[The tender squeeze around his thigh — it just encourages him further, the tottering headboard moving.]
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His lips still possess the tilt of a smile that he so often wears, but where he might usually chuckle, the sound he makes is husky, proof of his effort and pleasure.]
Did you miss it, my love? Did you dream about a reunion much like this one?
[The tender squeeze around his thigh — it just encourages him further, the tottering headboard moving.]