Catching her easily, Nathan spun her so she was facing him, that almost-smile having grown into a brief chuckle. Her gift – maybe even her superpower of sorts – was knowing when to give what, whether it was teasing to counter strain or force of determination to bolster another's own or the calm in conflict, and she did it well.
"Is mouth-to-mouth resuscitation going to be necessary here?"
Not that this couldn't end with that innuendo leading them upstairs, but right now Nathan's mind was split too many ways to properly appreciate the bedrooms charms of his very lovely wife.