It was a quiet night, and Jared was calmly an relaxedly plowing away at some reading that he had been working on for some time, while his wife Shannon laid with her head in his lap, looking at things on her phone. It was a familiar, comfortable weight to Jared - one which reminded him she was there, which brought a smile to his face. There was a time when that weight would have made him uncomfortable and unable to focus, as his legs fell asleep while he couldn't muster up the courage to say anything about it. But that time had long passed, and his legs had simply gotten used to the extra weight.
They had been resting like that for quite some time when Shannon sat up and stretched, letting out a stifled yawn. Jared tucked a bookmark between the pages he was on and glanced at her. They had been married for fifteen years, and yet at times, even so simple a sight as this one reminded him of how incredibly beautiful she was. He could never quite explain why. Just something about the way she moved, her form, the way her hair hung around her face and her clothes clung to her body. It was utterly mesmerizing.
She could see the look in his eyes that so clear as day stated, "I love you," and got a coy little grin on her face. She crawled forward toward him over the couch, pushed his book down gently with one hand, and pressed her lips against his. Without a moment's hesitation, Jared's eyes were closed as he felt himself melting into her kiss. The warmth of her face against his, and her lips locked tightly with his. The gentle blow of her breath on his skin. The way she moved to press herself against him.
Almost unconsciously, his hand moved to run through her hair, cupping the back of her head and holding her to him. She pressed harder against him, deepening their kiss for only a moment before pulling away. They looked at each other, small and involuntary pants coming from their mouths, before they pulled back in to one another.
Before either one of them knew it, they were in bed, a messy tangle of limbs and blankets, smiling at one another between passionate kisses. They couldn't stop, even if they wanted to - which they most certainly did not. They were addicted to one another. To the feel, the taste, the smell. Everything about one another was entrancing to them.
They awoke the next morning in much the same way. They were groggy and still half asleep, but seeing each other still there in bed with them made them smile. And so they kissed once more, starting another day.
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