Thunder, and a Chance for Showers (tag:Thor)
OOC note: Warning! NSFW-pronz!
She awoke to sunshine filtering through the draperies in her bedroom. Smiling, she turned her body carefully, trying not to wake him. She gazed on her sleeping husband, lying beside her with the blankets pushed down to below the waist, to that dented spot where his legs joined his torso. Her eyes traveled up to his chest, his well-muscled chest, with a fair smattering of hair. Enough to look masculine, but not so much that he looked like some sort of animal. His arms, arms that had held her long after they had both been spent, and sleep finally came to capture them. Her eyes continued up to his lined face, so content in sleep. His mouth...the things he had done with his mouth last night still took her breath away when she thought on it. His eyelids, moving in his dream state. His long, blond hair, in a tousled array on the pillow. She reached up carefully to gently lift the few stray strands laying across his forehead.
Carefully, she slipped from the bed, and into the robe hanging on her closet door. Quietly, she made her way to the bathroom, her feet padding softly on the carpet, fingering the hammer hanging on her chest. She still couldn't believe he had given it to her. She couldn't believe much of anything that had happened in the last twelve hours. Closing the door, she began to hum softly. If she had thought on it, she would have realized it was one of the instrumentals that had been playing in the gazebo the night before. As it was, she was hardly aware she was doing it.
She turned the water on in the bathtub, adjusting the temperature before switching over to the shower head. She slipped her robe back off, hanging it on the back of the door, and stepped into the tub, closing the frosted doors behind her. Pouring a generous amount of shower gel on her sponge, she began the task of washing herself, while planning her morning distractedly. Breakfast. He would be hungry when he woke up, of that there was no doubt. Mentally, she ticked off the items in her icebox and cupboards. Eggs, bacon in the freezer, bread for toast, fresh fruit...yes, she had all she needed. Then, after breakfast, they would have to talk. There was so much undecided. But that was for later.
Squeezing the soapy sponge between her hands, she was suddenly struck with inspiration. Using the sponge, she drew a soapy heart on the door, writing "Sif + Thor" inside it. Giggling, she started to draw an arrow coming out of either side. Catching herself, she giggled even harder. What was wrong with her? She was acting like a school girl with a crush for heaven's sake! But rather than wipe it away, she left it to slowly fade when it would as the water hit it, continuing her ablutions, humming again softly.