"I can think of somewhere I would rather you were right now."
He welcomed her mouth, pressing his wife back against the shower wall, his hands following the contours of her body as eagerly as if he were touching her for the first time. Reaching down, he places a hand beneath one of her knees, lifting up and to one side. Briefly, his other arm comes between them as he shifts, before moving further to help her balance. Pressing forward he flattens her chest against his own, leaving no room for escape.
They were one.
"..So can I, love, so can I..."
With her feet clear of the shower floor, and her head about level with his own he nibbles at her ear lobe, holding her up by her bottom. Though it had been but scant hours since their last encounter, he found himself no less hungry for his wife as he laid a barrage of kisses from one side of her neck to the other. The more of her he experienced, the more he wanted, and no matter how close their bodies intertwined it was not enough to sate him. Consumed by such varying emotions as lust, awe, and no small amount of desire, he almost forgot about the water spraying across his broad shoulders, having gone to a place far beyond the confines of the apartment.
Tangling his finger tips in her famous golden hair, he holds his hand behind her head, as he kisses her, momentarily stifling the little sounds she had been making. It was an on going struggle not to lose himself, to be too forceful, or too rough, but he managed somehow, at least for the moment, though each little movement she made threatened to break his resolve.
God of Thunder, and Goddess of the Harvest they were with no boundaries or limits before them, acting together as a single entity, lost in one another. Not for the first time this morning would Stockholm be hit with a strange weather pattern...