She really tried not to, because she knew that he hated it, but the babble of laughter came up despite her best intention and she started giggling. "Does that mean that you have no interest in jamming that shite up your arse? What about anal beads? Cuffs? Whips? Crops? Oh God, your face. It's priceless." She kissed his cheek again. "I won't buy you any either."
The shift in conversation stopped all laughter. "Oh, baby, I don't want to leave any of you, especially you." She turned and put her free arm around him. "You'd be all right even without me, not that I'm planning to die just yet. Stephen is good and he's optimistic. I'm going to do my best to stay with you for a long time." Marlene pressed their foreheads together. "I'm here for you, love."
She nodded slightly, not moving way. "Fine, if he says no, then I won't argue with you. I promise."