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Shauntal smiled from ear to ear as she held her cheek in her hand, a loving sigh slipping from her lips as she watched Lucian from across the room. This spring had grown warmer than either of them anticipated and they took time to purchase ice cream earlier that day. Shauntal didn't want to wait and ate her own on their way home. However, Lucian waited until they got back to open his. It seemed that the walk only made him feel hotter in the heat.
Sitting across from her, he held his ice cream as a free hand fiddled with the button on his top. He could feel her gaze, causing him to offer a sly grin as he turned his head toward her way.
"Does something catch your eye, darling?"
Shauntal gave a soft hum, unable to hide her sly smile from him. There was something about that hot, disheveled look he had that made him look attractive, well more than usual.
"Maybe. I just couldn't help but notice how hot you look. Would you like for me to open the window or help you with your shirt?"
Lucian nearly choked on his ice cream as a faint blush claimed the corners of his cheeks, "I-I beg your pardon?"
Shauntal snickered softly. She didn't think her question would make him that flustered but seeing that flush on his handsome face was certainly worth it.
"You're obviously having problems with multitasking. Want me to lend you a hand?"
It took a moment or two for him to regain his composure before a defeated sigh slips from his lips, granting her a small smile, "Come here, Shauntal. I can't exactly say no when you're giving me that wide-eyed gaze."
Giggling with glee, she flew off of the couch and settled naturally onto his lap. She gave his cheek a soft kiss as her right hand trailed down his chest to undo the button on his dress shirt with ease.
"See? ~ All done. " She purred.
Shauntal shifted to get up, only to feel Lucian's arm wrap around her waist. She paused, looking at her loving husband.
"You can stay if you want. I welcome your company," he uttered softly.
"But. . .aren't you feeling hot?"
"Hmm..." Lucian hummed in thought for a moment, taking a few bites of his ice cream as he considered her words. He was feeling warm. In all honesty, he was tempted to find a shorter-sleeved shirt for the evening for the sake of regulating his body temperature.
Thankfully the ice cream he was eating was aiding in cooling him down. That still kept Shauntal's question up in the air.
"That's true, but I'll be fine."
As he finishes the last of his ice cream, some of it manages to fall off the popsicle stick, just shy of a few inches from his now-opened shirt. Before he could move to take care of it, Shauntal leaned over his chest and licks the ice cream up much as a feline would to a bowl of milk. Soft, short flicks of her tongue cleaned the remains before she gave him a brief kiss.
When she looked back up at Lucian, she could see that his eyes were fixated on her and his cheeks were a darker shade of red than before.
"Oh dear, are you burning up?" she uttered softly, reaching a hand up to check his cheeks. He was a little warm, but he wasn't burning up. "Are you okay, love?"
He took a quick moment to dispose of the popsicle stick into the bin beside him before gathering his wife in his arms. Not saying a word, he took her to their room, laying her on the bed so that she could be on display for him. Leaning over her, he gently hooked two fingers under her chin, drawing her into a loving passionate kiss.
When he broke them apart for air, he rested his forehead against hers, "I'm perfectly fine, my love. Forgive me for acting without much thought. The way you did what you did earlier. . .I'm afraid my thoughts of you were anything but innocent."
Shauntal reached her arms out to him, grinning from ear to ear, "Oh Lucian. You worry too much. We're married now, silly. I know I may have started something but I don't mind if you play along. If you want to do something with me, I don't mind. "
She gave his shirt a light tug as she whispered against his ear, "It does feel a little too warm for clothes right now though, doesn't it?~"
A soft, yet seductive chuckle could be heard from her beloved, "I can't say I disagree. What shall we remove first? Lady's choice."
"Do you have to ask?" she trails the tips of her fingers down his chest, keeping her eye contact with him, "Your shirt love."
"As my lady wishes." he kisses her forehead before pulling back to unroll his sleeves and shrug his shirt off.
From there, the pair made a game of removing their attire before rolling in the sheets in each other's arms. Shauntal's assessment of her beloved's disheveled look only became further affirmed later that evening while she lay in his arms. All the more so when he was smiling, glasses removed, and tangled lavender blue locks sprawled about over his shoulders. To her, even his imperfections were perfect. She wouldn't have it any other way.