John rolled over in bed. Sunlight was coloring the insides of his eyelids with orange and red, which probably meant he needed to wake up. He didn’t want to. It had been a late night, topping off an unusual (and unearthly) Sunday.
He rolled over again. There was a lump on the bed.
“Did I pile up my sheets again?” He tapped at the pile with his eyes closed.
“No. The sheets are still covering us.”
“Oh. Okay.” He said with a nod.
John rolled onto his back and stretched his arms until his shoulders popped. It was marvelously comfortable in bed, he thought to himself as he idly scratched his chest hair after stretching.
The messages his brain had been trying to send finally arrived. He yelped, and sat straight up. The lump on his bed had spoken, and that was not a normal morning event. Lumps that featured jewel-colored eyes and girlish curves are also counter to his expectations.
“Good morning, beloved!” Etty purred, and batted her eyes at him.
“What are you doing here?”
“Everyone came home and told me what happened last night. I decided to come and see you, since you know we’re married.”
“Um, yeah, why didn’t you tell me about that in the first place?” John narrowed his eyes.
“I didn’t want to frighten you. Truly, I didn’t know it was going to happen until it did.” She shrugged, and John’s quiescent libido stirred. Her sleep-tousled hair, and utter comfort with nudity, hit his hindbrain like a gong. “I didn’t know what to do, so I thought easing you into things would be smarter.”
“Your family had different plans, I guess.”
“Well,” she frowned like a thundercloud, “I didn’t expect them to get to you before I could. Still, it turned out all right! Everyone likes you a lot, especially Shoal.”
“Oh. That’s good then.” He shook his head, but it wouldn’t clear. “Why can’t I think straight? I really want to be angry about all of this, but it won’t solidify.”
She moved closer to him, and he couldn’t stop staring at the curve of her lips.
“I think you want to kiss me, husband.”
“I… I have morning breath!” He covered his mouth with his left hand.
“Darling, I have no fear in my heart of such a thing.” She lifted his right hand and held it between her breasts. “I look forward to many mornings waking by your side, regardless of silly odors, and noises bodies make as they start the day.”
“I… I… I!”
She moved his unresisting hand away from his mouth and kissed him. The walls around his heart finished their sedate erosion with the sound of shattering concrete. His breath wasn’t a concern anymore; she’d taken it away.
They celebrated their union in the morning light, with soft encouragement, and the urgency of love denied.