A/N: I want you all to know I cringed every 3 seconds writing this because anything other than playful banter makes me uncomfortable having never personally experienced real ~romance. If season 3 continues down this route, just expect a fic every Monday lmao. I hope I did this justice, please let me know what you think. Enjoy xo
Caroline placed the final hairpin on the dresser and watched her husband step into the room behind her. She moved to greet him, a mixture of nervous excitement and apprehension swirled in her stomach. She stopped a few paces in front of him, examining him carefully. “Are you certain you are recovered? We could wait a while longer if you wish.”
“Quite certain,” he purred, drawing her closer to him. They shared a gentle kiss.
The room was a comfortable temperature, aided by the flimsy fires of the candle sticks. She sighed happily and gazed into his eyes. It was the first time since his return she could detect no trace of fatigue, pain or despondency; only passion burned there now.
“Shall we pretend this is our wedding night?” Caroline suggested, a note of hopefulness in her voice as she recalled how the last time had been interrupted. She fingered his neckcloth.
Dwight smiled slightly at her. “No pretence needed. Every night is our wedding night to me.”
She took a moment to digest that this wonderful man was indeed her husband. Despite fate placing several seemingly insurmountable obstacles between them; they had always found a way back to each other. Caroline had every intention of making up for lost time. And so, it appeared, did Dwight, as he steered them blindly towards the bed.
She felt his hands fumble along her back. “It unfastens down the front,” she breathed.
Dwight swallowed hard and placed a hand on her chest, where the buttons began. If it wasn’t such a fine piece he might have torn the gown seam by seam. With the quick precision of a surgeon’s hand, Caroline stood before him in merely a shift within a matter of minutes.
She approached him confidently and began to undress him until he stood in only his breeches.
She delicately placed her hand on his chest. Her thumb swept back and forth over a scar he had procured during his time at Quimper.
He moved to kiss her but she backed away slowly and raised her arms, teasingly, waiting for him to remove her shift. He did so, in one sweeping motion.
His hand glided through her curls and down the curve of her back. It came to rest on the back of her thigh where he pulled her up with ease.
She wrapped her legs around him so that she could balance on his hip bones. She giggled at the unfamiliar height difference.
He groaned as he felt her heat on his stomach. Dwight took several steps towards the bed as he trailed his lips over her bottom lip and down the hollow of her neck.
“Are you certain this is what you wish?” he asked, searching her eyes for a trace of doubt or hesitation. He found none.
“Yes,” she replied, caressing his face, the candle light reflecting off her wedding band. “It is all I have ever wished for.”
He smiled, his eyes full of love, as he lay her down gently onto their bed.
“I forgot how exhausting it all is,” Caroline said plainly, yawning, her hair untidy and a light flush still on her face.
Dwight’s hearty laugh bounced off the walls of the now dimly lit room. He turned to face her and propped himself up on his elbow, smiling. “Now I need no longer prescribe valerian root. Should you ever find yourself unable to sleep, Mrs. Enys, you know where to find me.”
She inched closer to him, her eyebrows raised. “I believe I shall have no trouble sleeping tonight, husband.”
“I should hope not.” He took her in his arms and kissed her deeply.
“Though, Dr. Enys,” Caroline implicated with a coy smile once they had broken. “I fear perhaps I shall find myself incapable of sleep tomorrow night.”
He chuckled against her lips. “What a coincidence. I fear so, too.”