JRM

Minkakelly: Shush you @/jonathanrm

jonathanrm: Nahhh @.minkakelly. I don't think I will. You're an amazing chef!

Minka laughed as he dropped her on the bed. She bit her lip as she looked up at her husband and admired him. Even after all these years she still loved him as much as she had when she was 16. "I am you are the elder." she teased even as the sound of his accent betrayed her and caused her body to shiver.

"I may be the elder but you are the queen in this house, Minx." He teased, craving the twinkle in her eye that always glistened when he used her nickname. "What you say goes." He winked, kissing down her torso and sliding his fingers underneath her lacy panties. "But, if you say I can do what I want.." He teased, pulling the black thong off with his teeth. "I think I'll start here." He slid between her legs, letting her thighs rest on his shoulders as his lips teased her slit.

There it was, the pet name that sent shivers down her spine everytime he said it. Many people had called her Minx over the years but he had started it and her body always reacted to him. "What are you waiting for an invitation?" She teased sliding her hands under his shirt and pulling it over his head.

"I was, actually." He teased, lifting her into his arms and carrying her to the bed. Playfully dropping her, he crawled on top of her and kissed her passionately. "Should I just do what I want to, then?" He asked, his accent thick in his desire.

Thankful for her years modelling Minka was able to quickly change into the lacy black lingere her husband had gotten her for christmas. She put on some soft blues and lit a few candles as she waited. She could hear him hurrying the dogs and grinned. Slipping on her robe she stood in the center of the room. "You may." When he opened the door she slowly opened the robe and let it drop to the floor. "Is this to your liking?"

Jonathan had to fight the urge to run towards her. "Oh, yeah.." His voice shook in anticipation as he approached. "That's exactly to my liking." He hummed, sliding his hands down her sides. "You're so beautiful, Minx."

Minka smirked and grabbed him by his shirt collar and kissed him again. "You should put the dogs to bed while I go change into something more suitable. Does that answer your question well enough?" she teased climbing off his lap and slowly backing towards their bedroom. Whe she was out of sight she pulled off her t shirt and tossed it back towards him to motivate him.

He licked his lips as he watched her walk away. Whistling for the dogs, he quickly put them to bed before approaching the bedroom. Lightly knocking on the door, he cleared his throat. "May I come in, ma'am?" He teased with a smirk.

Minka sat on the couch and watched him play for her. She didn't know what she loved listening to him sing or watching him play the guitar. This was the man she had fallen in love with so long ago. The only manwho had ever made her feel alive and whole. When he was finished she walked over to him and took the guitar. Setting it down on the stand she climbed into his lap. "I love you. I've loved you my whole life and I'll love you until the day I die." She leaned in nd kissed him allowing her fingers to get tangled in his hair

Jonathan smiled as she climbed into his lap, wrapping his arms around her. "I love you so much. I always have and always will. You're my person... So, should I take that as the song being good? I don't know if it measures up to Miss Dumonte. That's probably the best song I'll ever write."

Humming along to the soft Christmas music that played in their living space, Jonathan finished rinsing their dishes and placed them into the dishwasher. Starting the load, he dried his hands and let out a small yawn. "Mrs. Rhys Meyers." He called out, searching the home for his wife. He let out a chuckle. "Where'd you run off to? I still have one more gift I want to give you tonight. I just wanted to wait until we were alone to give it to you." He smirked, noting how suggestive he sounded. // @minxskellyrp

Minka came in from the backyard with the dogs trailing after her and laughed, "If it's something you give me most days it doesn't count as a present. Even if you tie a bow to it." she teased making her way towards his voice. "though I do like the sound of that though. Mrs Rhs Meyers. Technically that's ho I've been for years but finally hearing it out loud, making it offical again..it's nice."

Smiling as he found her in the hall, he pulled her in to wrap his arms around her waist. “It’s not something I give you most days. Although, if that’s what you’re asking for,” he kissed her neck softly. “It’s all yours.”

Minka chuckled and wrapped her arms around him,"Mmmm. maybe later. I'll even wear that new sexy lingere you got me for chritmas if you're a good boy." she teased. She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips. "So then what is this surprise you have for me?"

“Please do.” He begged with a hum, sliding his hands to the small of her back. He kissed her softly, nearly losing himself in his desire for her. “Ah, yes. Surprise.” He cleared his throat, leading her into the living room and grabbing his nicest guitar from the rack. “I wrote you something. I know I haven’t done that in a long time. But, I hope you like it..” He grinned. “As it always was when we were younger, this song is just for you. No one else gets to hear it.” He sat down in front of her, checking the guitar’s tuning before his soft, raspy vocals met with a simple folk melody.

Humming along to the soft Christmas music that played in their living space, Jonathan finished rinsing their dishes and placed them into the dishwasher. Starting the load, he dried his hands and let out a small yawn. "Mrs. Rhys Meyers." He called out, searching the home for his wife. He let out a chuckle. "Where'd you run off to? I still have one more gift I want to give you tonight. I just wanted to wait until we were alone to give it to you." He smirked, noting how suggestive he sounded. // @minxskellyrp

Minka came in from the backyard with the dogs trailing after her and laughed, "If it's something you give me most days it doesn't count as a present. Even if you tie a bow to it." she teased making her way towards his voice. "though I do like the sound of that though. Mrs Rhs Meyers. Technically that's ho I've been for years but finally hearing it out loud, making it offical again..it's nice."

Smiling as he found her in the hall, he pulled her in to wrap his arms around her waist. “It’s not something I give you most days. Although, if that’s what you’re asking for,” he kissed her neck softly. “It’s all yours.”

@henny-cavill

jonathanrm: Looks like my record for only injuring myself on set has been broken. Turns out, I'm just getting old..

jonathanrm: I'm the luckiest man in the world @.minkakelly

jonathanrm: Looks like my record for only injuring myself on set has been broken. Turns out, I'm just getting old..

jonathanrm: @.minkakelly 🥵 good thing I need medical attention..

"Yeah?" Jonathan grinned, releasing a breath of relief as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Are you sure? I don't want to take away from your book launch." He chuckled. "We can schedule it for later." He nodded, stroking her cheek. "I love you so much. I want to flaunt how much I love you to everyone we know."