We sleep spooned together, Sir and i. Often, i go to bed before Him, so when he comes to bed, i’m already warm and cozy under the covers, and can warm him up.
But last night, He was in bed first. And i was running around doing last minute going-to-bed stuff, like standing at the door holding it open for the cats while they decided if they were staying in or going out.
So i was cold.
And happy to slip my robe off and climb up into bed beside him. Turn my back to him and begin to scoot backwards to take my place inside the curve of his body.
There’s a moment, when i’m still a few inches away from him, and i can feel the heat rising off him like a warm oven. And just in that moment, i feel a wave of utter joy.
Then i scoot those last couple of inches back, and press into his warmth, and sigh with complete satisfaction. O, yes.
“Your butt’s COLD!” He complains, and rightfully so, it must feel like ice.
i smile to myself, “i know,” and wonder ~ waiting ~
but He’s too tired to warm me with a spanking, which would have been a bonus. So i settle in closer, warm and secure, and go to sleep.