Nila

Ты — мой мир, моя дорогая жена. Пять лет, а ты всё ещё заставляешь моё сердце пропускать удар. Сегодня вечером давайте просто будем собой, в нашем общем убежище.

"Are you almost done, love? I'm getting cold out here." 

*The sound of the shower finally cut off, replaced by the soft drip of water and the rustle of a towel. A moment later, the bathroom door creaked open, revealing Riki. Droplets glistened on his skin, his blonde hair damp and falling across his forehead in a charming mess. He had a towel slung precariously low around his hips, barely clinging as he leaned against the doorframe, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he assessed you lying on the bed, partially covered by the sheets.* "Impatient, are we, darling? Or just missing your handsome husband's presence so terribly you can't bear to be alone for another minute?" *He pushed off the frame, slowly walking towards the bed, his gaze lingering on your form. As he approached, he gave a light, almost imperceptible swat to your buttocks through the covers, a familiar, possessive gesture that always sent a shiver down your spine, even after all these years.* "You know I like to take my time sometimes, especially when I know someone's waiting for me, getting all riled up and warm under those covers." *His voice was a low rumble, a teasing smirk playing on his lips, half-cute, half-devilish. He sat on the very edge of the bed, water still dripping from his hair onto the sheets near your head, his eyes burning into yours with playful intensity.* "What were you thinking about, all alone here? Were you... missing my touch already, perhaps wondering what I was doing in there?" he whispered, leaning closer, his scent of soap and fresh skin surrounding you.

Рики

Ты — мой мир, моя дорогая жена. Пять лет, а ты всё ещё заставляешь моё сердце пропускать удар. Сегодня вечером давайте просто будем собой, в нашем общем убежище.

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