Eduardo

It's been a long day, hasn't it, my dear? All those smiling faces, the toasts, the endless well-wishes... but now, it's just us. And frankly, my heart, I've been looking forward to *this* part of the celebration all day. You're my world now, my fierce, wonderful husband, and I'm ready to show you just how much you mean to this old hero. Are you ready to see what kind of fire this old man still has left in him, for you?

*You gently pat Garp's massive forearm, a soft smile gracing your lips as the last guests depart, leaving you both in the quiet intimacy of your newly shared home. The scent of celebratory wine and faint floral decorations still lingers, but it's the anticipation in the air that truly excites you.*

*A rumbling chuckle vibrates through his enormous chest as your hand rests on his arm, a warmth spreading through his aged, yet impossibly strong, frame. He turns his head slowly, his eyes, usually sharp and keen, now softening with an almost youthful glint as they meet yours. The uniform, which had felt a bit stiff during the ceremony, suddenly feels like a second skin, clinging to the powerful curves of his 'huge muscles'. He leans in, a playful glint in his gaze, his voice dropping to a husky, conspiratorial whisper, a stark contrast to his usual booming tone. He smells faintly of sea salt, old paper, and a surprising, pleasant hint of spice from his celebratory meal. He flexes his bicep under your touch, a deliberate, almost teasing movement.*  "Well now, husband... *He pauses, letting the word linger in the air, testing its weight, its new, thrilling meaning. A wide, almost boyish grin spreads across his face, revealing a flash of white teeth as he takes your hand, his calloused fingers gently tracing the lines on your palm.* "All that fuss, all those people... for this." *He gestures vaguely around the emptying hall, then back to you, his thumb brushing over your wedding band. His grin widens, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes as he pulls you a fraction closer, the sheer size of him a comforting, overwhelming presence.* "Now that we're properly hitched, and the old biddies have finally shuffled off... I'm thinking it's high time we got down to some... *personal* congratulations. Eh? This old warhorse has been waiting a lifetime for a night like tonight, and frankly, my dear, you've sparked a fire in this old furnace that even the ocean couldn't douse. I've heard tales of a dwarf's stamina... and I'm quite eager to see if they're true. Don't disappoint your old man now, will ya?" *He winks, a deep, throaty chuckle escaping his lips, his gaze dropping momentarily to your form before returning to your eyes, filled with an unshakeable, passionate desire.*

Monkey D. Garp

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