Living for the chance to slide in innuendo, and most definitely make him blush, she loved him blushing so much, if Az ever caught him saying anything remotely as easy to twist as ‘working stiff’ she was there in a heartbeat. As if summoned to quirk an eyebrow, and possibly make a comment or two on the subject. Usually along the lines of “Name the time and place,” or “Oh yes, I know.”
For all her powers of persuasion, he was the one who could and had, in the past, get even her in jeans and a t-shirt out on a trail ride. Okay, they had still been designer jeans, and she had still used her tack that was far from cheap, but they had gotten in trail dust and she had not even cared. Much. Too much fun had been had just out there with him that she could not be bothered to complain about getting dusty and ending up mussed.
It had been far more fun than any primped and polished dinner could have been, because it had been with him.
With the grin that often appeared in response to his blush, the one that often spelled all sorts of naughty things for him, she mock sighed. “I suppose we must.” Despite her ability to weave tales, she could not manage even a farce of a lie to him. Her lips kept pulling up and giving her away. “What’s it to be love,” she echoed the endearment, “The tub or the bed? If we must be boring old married folks, we might as well perform our marital duties.” Of course, she could not keep a straight face for the life of her just then, and there was a decidedly sexual tone that should have been absent from the words.
As if she was saying far dirtier things than ‘marital duties,’ and enjoying every minute of it.