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Prompt: Strickler snores and Barbara wakes him up one night. What happens next is up to you.
“Walter. Walter.”
Still nothing but deep, sonorous snores from the other side of the bed. Barbara grimaced and resisted the urge to seize her pillow and squash it over her ears. Or his face. She had taken an oath to do no harm, after all.
But when her husband was causing her sleeplessness to double and she had a long shift at the hospital the next day–!
Barbara sighed and flumped down upon the bed hard. It was a temptation that she had to ignore. But what to do instead? Poke him?
Or maybe something sweeter…
Barbara rolled over and snuggled her way up to where Walter reclined, face slack with sleep and mouth open for all the world to hear his nightly song. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and all…
Her first kiss was upon the spot where his pulse fluttered, the tendons of his neck defined what with how his head was thrown back. The next one was on his adam’s apple, then another one at the strong line of his jaw…
Walter twitched and stirred slightly under her soft, lingering lips, and Barbara tampered down a triumphant grin into a soft, loving smirk as she continued her chaste caresses, letting her hand join in in a soft stroke up and down his chest, feeling the rise and fall of it, the bumps of his ribs under her hand. Hard muscle, lean lines and narrow ridges, that was her hubby…
The next kiss was at his ear, and Walter sighed instead of snored now, his mouth pulling into a sleep-muddled moan. “Mmmm…B’arbara…”
Barbara’s smirk stretched into a smile before she moved in for the final kill. Her lips met his in the slowest, sweetest kiss she could manage, as soft and sleepy as she felt, giving a languid lick of her tongue for good measure.
Walter woke with a sharp, nasal gasp, sitting up suddenly as his mouth opened under hers for the merest moment before he relaxed and returned the kiss, his hands leaving the bed to card through her hair tenderly. Parting from the embrace, he bumped his nose at hers, green eyes glowing in the shadows of the room. “Quite a way to wake me, love.”
Barbara hummed in agreement, giving a final kiss to the curve of his nose. “Mmmhmm. Had to. You were snoring again, honey.”
Walter groaned and let his head sink to her shoulder. “The shame of it. How shall I ever make it up to you?”
Barbara licked her lips in thought, considering the picture he made just then - hair rumpled with sleep, the collar of his nightshirt opened enough for her to see the hard line of his clavicle, the edge of it she so loved to lavish with attention in their hot and heavy moments…
“Come to think of it…” she said slowly, leaning back to favor him with an equally slow smile, her eyes half-way shut in a way that had nothing to do with sleep. “I’m not so tired now…”