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"What are you working on?" Elizabeth asked from the bathroom doorway, startling him. He slammed down the screen of his laptop.
"Nuh--" He cleared his throat and tried again. "Nothing. Nothing important." God, he was ridiculous. He might as well have tacked a sign over the headboard stating he was up to something.
"Is that porn?" Her freshly scrubbed, shining face was alive with curiosity. "Your ears are turning red, Will," she observed.
Will felt the flush spreading from his ears down his face and neck to his chest. He'd only wanted a moment to enjoy the...art while waiting for her to finish getting ready for bed. He hadn't intended to be caught at it.
"It is! It is porn!" Liz bounced like the dancing pit bull on the front of her cute little camisole. She was so adorable in her glee, and he was so wrapped up in admiring the-- ah-- effect of the bounce, that he almost missed the moment she'd switched from bouncing to stalking.
Her palms hit the bed on either side of his feet. By the time her knees joined her hands and she began crawling up his body, Will was enthralled. When she reached his thighs, Will hastily moved his laptop to the bedside table giving his wife room to straddle his lap. God, he was a lucky man.
Liz settled her delightful bottom further down his thighs than Will would have preferred and poked his chest. "Confess your sins, sir," giving him one poke for each syllable.
He chuckled and grabbed her wrist, bringing her finger to his lips for a kiss. Will released her hand to reach for her hips, encouraging her to wriggle closer.
Which she did, only to snatch up his laptop, twist herself about in a flash, and flop down beside him with her prize. "Now what have we here?" Liz asked, gently tapping her chin with the corner of his computer as she wriggled about making herself comfortable at his side.
Will felt the heat in his ears once more. Yes, he was absolutely ridiculous. He was a grown man, not a boy. There was no earthly reason to be embarrassed. No reason other than that he was.
"Will?" Liz dropped the impish grin, giving up her teasing in light of his discomfort. She set the laptop aside to stroke his cheek. "I won't look. Not if you don't want me to." He knew that was true. For all his wife's curiosity, she wasn't a snoop. It was just one of many things he loved about her.
"It's not porn," he told her quietly, moving his head to kiss her palm. "It's... Well, take a look," he said, bending his head toward the computer she'd discarded in her concern for him. Yes, he was a lucky man.
"Are you sure? I don't really need to see," she said, biting her lower lip.
"It's not porn, Liz. It's a little embarrassing, but it's not porn."
"I believe you." Liz gently placed the computer in his lap. "Show me?"
"Don't laugh... too hard," he chuckled lifting the screen to display his... art. He truly was ridiculous. Of course, his wife already knew that, but it didn't make some things less embarrassing.
Elizabeth took in the screen as it came out of stand-by and snickered. "Oh! It is porn!" She laughed, delighted in what she saw. "Your first girlfriend!"
It wasn't his first girlfriend; she was far too old for him. He'd first seen her when his parents took him to the opera in Paris before he was even a teen. As a boy, he'd fallen hard for the beautiful Terpsichore.
"She is not my girlfriend," he insisted. The painting of Terpsichore wasn't his first girlfriend, but she was his first love. In fact, Will started falling for Liz the moment he'd noticed she was the personification of all the lad had seen and desired in that painting with her beguiling manner and bright eyes. "She's not my girlfriend," he repeated. "She's you."
"Oh, Will," she sighed happily. He moved his arm around her, encouraging her to settle closer against him. He felt her stiffen and lean in toward the screen for a closer look. Will knew he was done for now. "Wait. She is me," Liz gasped. "You put my face on your porn!"
"It is not porn." Terpsichore was fully clothed.
"You get hard just looking at her. You have elaborately framed replicas of that painting in both your home and work offices so you can gaze upon her naked shoulder any time you please," she teased.
"It is not porn," he insisted, although his wife wasn't exactly wrong about him sporting the occasional erection. "It's art."
"Art that gives you a boner," she laughed, bright eyes dancing, "hence, it is porn," she insisted, giving his stomach a poke. "Although, I suppose with that wretched Photoshop job you could make a case for it being..."
Will shut her off with a kiss. "Don't mock my Muse, wife," he play growled. His source material, both the picture of Terpsichore and Elizabeth were exquisite. His Photoshop skills, not so much. He'd managed to reduce the size of her picture and sort of crop it to fit her face over the Grecian Muse, but he hadn't been able to work out how blend things together. This wasn't the sort of thing he did professionally after all. It wasn't even the sort of thing he did for a hobby.
"It's ridiculous, you adorable man," she snickered. "Tell you what, we'll restore the beguiling Terpsichore to her original glory and I'll sew up an old bedsheet into a costume. You can take all the pictures of me dressed as your first girlfriend as you like."
"Not my girlfriend," he insisted again. "But I will happily have you as my muse," he said with a delighted grin. Will couldn't imagine anything more erotic than his Elizabeth dressed up and recreating his first love. He was a lucky, lucky man.