"I do," She smiled. Her arm between them snaked up, went around his neck, rested on his shoulders. Made it possible to turn into him, a bit more, sigh into his ear.
Ah, there, she loved this robe, and the way it always seemed to untie itself, belt slipping free to pool on the cushion. Always close enough to grab if light bondage was called for.
It always slid off her shoulder just so as well. Magic clothes were wonderful things.