Saturday nights were comfortable. Chloe liked comfortable. There was always a hockey game or a movie or something on so they ended up on the couch with the TV on. She would lie on one end, her feet in her husband's lap, with her book and Mike would channel surf. They rarely made attempts at conversation. They did plenty of that the rest of the time. Saturday nights were about vegging out and being comfortable. They would spend hours in that fashion...

Then one of them would sneak a look at the other, appraising, and that would start it. Before long they were trading looks back and forth and they'd both get the gleam in their eyes...

Chloe liked that gleam.

Like he always did, Mike tugged the book from her hands and sent it sailing into the recliner. She didn't protest, she never did, and let him pull her onto his lap. Her fingers played absently with his hair as his grip settled on her hips and tugged her forward on him more. She grinned down at him and he grinned back.

The first kiss was always playful, teasing, and they always laughed a little as they parted. Then, like he always did, Mike reached up, tucking a blonde curl away from her cheek and his eyes would grow quiet and contemplative. She was never sure exactly what he was thinking of in that moment, but he always ended it by telling her he loved her and she always knew he meant it.

The next kiss was longer, deeper, more serious and his grip on her always tightened, holding her close. Their breathing was always heavier when they parted the second time but neither paid any attention and they never parted for long. It was just long enough for him to pull her top over her head, throwing it aside and then his hands were in her hair and she was rocking on him, both enjoying the friction.

His shirt inevitably followed hers and Chloe was always glad they'd gone for the bigger couch, freedom to move, when he guided her onto her back, stopping long enough to rid her of her bra. His mouth on her breast was always a warm shock that never failed to elicit a gasp and a push upward. She distracted herself by tugging on his jeans, finding the zipper and tugging at it. Her own distraction always made it an impossible task and she'd always grumble in frustration.

He always laughed a little and lifted up to help her with his jeans and then hers.

A few more moments and they were both blissfully naked and, somehow, she ended up in his lap again. That part was always a blur but she never complained. Sometimes she didn't, sometimes they ended up on the floor. Once Mike'd hit his head on the coffee table on the way and they'd been quite relieved at only a small bump. Both were sure Eric would get wind of it and they'd *never* live that down.

They always left one lamp on and Chloe loved it. Loved the way the room was half cast in shadow while still diffused with a warm glow that seemed to raise the temperature by a few degrees. But then, she was never sure if that was the light or them. The light was never enough to block the moonlight that filtered into the room and Mike had, more than once, said that he loved the look of it on her skin. Loved how it backlit her hair sometimes...

Whatever it was, Chloe wasn't complaining.

His mouth on the skin beneath her collarbone, Mike's hands found her hips, helping move her on him more forcefully and she groaned in pleasure.

When their movements grew more frantic, she pulled his mouth back to hers and this time, like always, the kiss was an anchor. Everything narrowed down to that exchange, they forgot everything and shared one slow kiss before their bodies demanded attention once more and Chloe was lost in the touch of her husband. How it worked up to that final perfect moment was never the same and she craved those last few seconds before he pulled her down onto him one more time, the final motion bringing his name from her lips in a moan.

They always ended up the same way, cuddled together under a blanket on the couch, an indistinguishable tangle of limbs, Mike's head on her chest, her fingers combing through his hair. It was comfortable. Passionate and intense but, underlying it all, comfortable...

Chloe liked comfortable.

Finis

 

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