Iris never knew which home her husband would share with her, which bed. There had been times when she’d moved from one place to the next and never saw him, never had to accommodate his presence and share her place. She wasn’t fond of those times.
Even though she couldn’t know when he would show up, she always took him into consideration, on some level. There was room for his things, the furniture was set up for two people. There was space for him.
She sighed at his touch, wanting more but at the same time, perfectly happy with just what she had at the moment. She slid her arms around his neck again, pulling him down close against her, then moved her hands back down to start tugging at the buttons on his shirt. She managed to un-do a few of them with some difficulty - it had been awhile since she’d done such a thing.