College of Lore

“You do this on purpose, don’t you?”

Fresh out of the shower, Jay jumped into the air a little, surprised by their husband. They turned toward the sound of his deep, rich voice. Gus was leaning on the doorway, his hands in his pockets.

“What do you mean?” Jay asked, lifting the towel around their neck to rub their hair dry.

Their husband was out of sight when they peeked out from the towel and looked over again. A pair of strong, warm arms embraced them from behind.

“You know exactly what I mean, honey,” he whispered into their exposed neck. Slowly, he let his hand wander under their red tank top. He held it there long enough for Jay's cheeks to change from rosy to a dark crimson. “You’re wearing them again.”

A kiss on the neck made Jay’s heart beat faster.

“The pants?” they asked innocently.

A tickle from his moustache on their neck. Jay closed their eyes.

Gus’s breath was hot against their damp skin. “The sweatpants.”

Another kiss.

“They are comfy,” Jay said, letting themselves rest on their husband’s front. His stomach was soft and comforting against the small of their back.

“They’re unfair, love, and you know that.”

Jay released the towel with one hand and let it wander behind Gus's head, their fingers trailing through his hair.

“Unfair?”

A hum of agreement.

“Look at the clock, honey.” Jay’s voice was becoming breathless. They ruffled Gus’s hair and tried to turn his attention to the clock on the wall behind the two of them. They didn’t want to move from their husband’s embrace, but—

“The saloon opens in a few minutes.”

“That's all the time I need,” Gus said with sudden determination. His hand wandered, slowly, eagerly, into Jay's sweatpants.

Original by me, edited by @barrebard

Your inability to ever sleep in still has advantages, though. Namely, rolling over to see your husband sleeping soundly beside you. He’s so handsome it takes your breath away. How did you get so lucky as to have him? Your tall, broad-shouldered doctor with the hint of gray at his temples. He looks so soft, so warm in his sleep; so calm and content that even his mustache seems relaxed.

You want to let him sleep. Yesterday was a long day, and you both passed out the moment you got to your hotel late last night. So, you slide out of bed as deftly as possible to use the bathroom and splash water on your face. Your mind is already running through the informal itinerary you put together for this trip, trying to decide which adventure you should tackle after breakfast. But when you return to the bedroom...

Well. Perhaps Harvey wasn’t sleeping as soundly as you thought. He’s woken up to greet you. And oh, what a greeting.

He hugs his pillow to his naked chest, head propped up on his hand. That stunning shoulder is pushed forward, and his hip arches gracefully in his favorite green pajama pants. The sinuous curve of his body sends a shiver down your spine. Suddenly, you’re overcome with the urge to sink your teeth into the slight bulge at his waist, right where it swells, right where it meets his waistband.

“Good morning, honey,” Harvey says, his voice slightly muffled.

When your eyes travel up his body and settle on his face, you see why. An unwrapped condom dangles from his lips, and even though he’s giving you the sexiest bedroom eyes you’ve ever seen, you can't help but laugh. 

“I can’t imagine that tastes very good,” you tease, crossing your arms over your chest. You’re trying your best to appear nonchalant, but you’re pretty sure your husband can see the way you squirm as heat pools low in your belly.

A crooked grin appears on his face. “Well... no, not really.”

You’re about to make another joke (right before pouncing on him, of course), but you don’t have a chance. Harvey drums his fingers, long and thin, on the mattress alongside the pillow, drawing your attention. Damn him. He knows exactly what those fingers do to you. They don’t even have to be touching you for goosebumps to skitter across your skin in anticipation.

He chuckles, and you realize you’re biting your lip. He slowly lifts his hand to his mouth and removes the condom from between his lips. He rolls it between his fingers, his eyes never leaving yours. “Honey, we can chill today. Honeymoons are for relaxing.”

He reaches out a hand for you, and you smile affectionately your husband. He knows you so well, sometimes it’s like he can read your mind. You toss out your mental list of honeymoon activities. There’s only one that matters today. 

You take his hand and let Harvey pull you into the bed. He shoves the pillow in front of him aside and rolls on top of you. His mermaid pendant dangles from his neck, the tip of it grazing your collarbone. You can feel his eagerness already, and you curl your hips into his. 

Harvey groans as he presses against you in return. With a wicked grin, he whispers, “Doctor’s orders.”